Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 229: Is it wrong to dote on my wife?

With the news finally settling and the shock subsiding, Davis pulled Jessica into a deep embrace, pressing a kiss to her lips—a silent declaration of appreciation and acceptance.

Settling beside her, he picked up his phone and ordered room service. Within moments, the meals arrived. They shared a hearty meal which could be regarded as a celebration of the good news.

With careful selection, Jessica avoided a few dishes that had the tendency to make her nauseous.

With her emotions totally rattled today, she felt tired and worn out, barely keeping her eyes open till the end of the meal.

After the meal, Davis summoned Ethan to issue a few quick, urgent instructions regarding matters to be taken care of. "No matter what the cost might be, secure a comfortable apartment for us tonight," he said.

During the course of the meal, his eyes had scanned the hotel suite, and he made a mental note: they needed to relocate to a private residence as soon as possible.

Living in a hotel no longer seemed practical—not for the long haul, not with everything unfolding. The hotel had its own limitations and discomfort. He preferred his wife to settle down in a more comfortable environment.

Ethan stared at him in shock at the instructions. They had returned together in the afternoon after a series of meetings, and he had never mentioned moving out of the hotel.

Besides, they had only used the hotel as a temporary location to crash until the end of the business trip, but seeing him now demanding an apartment—"isn’t that too rash or had something happened?"—he mulled over it while suppressing the urge to question him.

"Sir, the price of securing an urgent apartment at this time might be exorbitant and beyond our budget," he said.

Davis glanced at him lightly. "Exorbitant? I don’t care. Beyond budget? It shouldn’t be a problem to increase the budget, right?" he smirked.

Ethan sighed. He felt he couldn’t keep up with his boss’s thinking pattern today. He made a decision to carry out the instruction to the last letter.

As he left Davis’s hotel room, he quickly used every one of the contacts available to him to search for the apartment, and in the space of four hours, a new apartment was made available.

Davis instructed him to facilitate their relocation to the new apartment that night. Ethan was surprised at his urgent decision yet was not going to ask, because for every bit of decision taken, he was sure it was as important as it seemed.

~The next day~

The first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room. Birds chirped faintly in the distance, but inside the suite, everything was still—peaceful.

Jessica stirred slowly, her lashes fluttering as her eyes adjusted to the light. For a moment, she lay there, her hand instinctively brushing over her abdomen. A smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

"Was this real?"She mused.

own thoughts, a

"You’re awake."

his back resting against the headboard, a tablet in one hand as he went through the morning news and a tray of breakfast and a bowl

"You’re up

her, his gaze softer than she’d ever seen.

from her face. "Is

lips curved into a half-smile. "Everything’s perfect. I just...

that the path of rebuilding his company had been exciting, but never did he expect the news of conception to

her head. "About what?" She asked

reaching to touch her stomach lightly. "About knowing that there’s life in

stared at him. "You’re really

a look. "I’m going to be a father. I

ask you,

gotten so out of hand that she was unable

am not asking late?" she asked in a quiet voice that seemed to carry guilt for not caring, but for

of answering her question, he lifted the tray toward her. "You

"Breakfast?" She asked.

nodded in affirmation "Monitored the preparation. No caffeine," he said with

him for a while and shook her head as she made to leave

a quick bath before

pregnant women get hungry easily, especially in the morning?" Davis asked with surprise as

Jessica asked. She hadn’t known him to be previously married or to have taken care of a

at night, and I’ve already asked Ethan to get me some good books about pregnancy. I believe I can take care of you

stared at him for a while and couldn’t help but burst into a fit

no

detailed list of do’s and don’ts—rules he insisted

instructions with the precision of someone who had been specially trained to care

as a caring man—but this

"I think we should have the doctor come over to check on you before Friday—just to be sure

the cost, he was ready to pay

his fingers brushing her cheek. "There’s one more thing,"

Jessica asked the warning bells rang