Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 217: Meeting friends 1

Within an hour, Davis and Jessica were dressed and ready for the evening. Jessica wore a simple red wine-colored evening gown that hugged her waist perfectly.

The full-length fabric pooled elegantly around her feet, its rich hue striking against her fair skin. Her poise, enhanced by the gown’s graceful drape, emphasizing her commanding height.

Davis, in a tailored black suit, looked as dashing as ever. His appearance every bit the dignified heir he once was as his presence loomed large. His tall frame, chiseled features, and sharp gaze made Jessica appear delicate beside him even in heels. Wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her into a warm embrace.

"You look stunning," he murmured, his gaze laced with admiration and pride.

Jessica smiled softly, her eyes trailed down to his suit and his face noting his well crafted features, her brow knitting slightly.

Catching the change in her expression, Davis raised an eyebrow. "What’s wrong?"

"I’m just relieved you’re not going to be standing in the club tonight. That’ll at least keep a few peach blossoms from buzzing around you."

Davis blinked, caught between amusement and disbelief. "Isn’t that the same as wishing your husband a hard life?"

She smirked. "No. Don’t worry about the hard part—I’ve got you covered."

He chuckled and kissed her forehead gently. "Even if I were standing, none of them could ever compare to you."

Jessica’s smile widened. "I think we’re good to go," she said, stepping out of his arms.

Davis glanced back at the wheelchair he had to settle into again, a long sigh escaping him. Jessica caught the look and arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Are you silently complaining?"

"Wouldn’t you?" he muttered. "Who wants to stay like this forever?"

all evening. Just a few hours in the chair won’t kill you. I’m

into the chair and Jessica wheeled him out of their suite. They took the access ramp to the lobby where their

the driver

two enjoyed a tranquil night drive

Pearl Club—an elite, members-only clubhouse that exuded power and prestige. Its reputation for hosting only the rich and influential was well known. Davis had renewed his membership before his accident,

soon as Jessica stepped out of the car, heads turned. It wasn’t just her beauty—it was the quiet confidence in her stride and the cold, commanding aura she exuded. She helped

with activity. Patrons lounged in plush seating areas, drinking and chatting in hushed tones. Dancers swayed across the stage, moving with sensual

path, bypassing the general crowd and heading toward an exclusive private hall. The further they moved, the more the sounds of the club dulled to a gentle hum—this part

a slightly

not joking, right?" came

be here any

a woman asked, her voice sharp with surprise and disbelief laced with a

froze, her instincts immediately alert, a woman’s sixth sense. Something about the

I’m just glad he’s alive," another voice chimed

the armrest of his chair. For a moment, his confidence

Jessica asked softly, her voice

he said with a weak smirk. "Besides, you promised to protect

pushed the door open. Slowly and with measured grace, she wheeled him

in disbelief. Tracia’s lips parted but no sound escaped, while

lightly. "Shocked? Surprised? Stumped? What, did

Alex was familiar. But one woman’s intense,

one who asked if