Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 242: A proposition...

By the time Davis recovered from his inquisitiveness, Jessica had already left the hall. It was as though she had vanished into the thin night. His heart raced with fear and trepidation.

"She is pregnant... and where exactly does she think she can go?" he muttered silently.

He wanted to curse his curiosity, yet recalling he had just stumbled upon a secret that could tear his marriage apart, he decided to let it be and chose to step outside to find her.

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The Hotel’s Garden

Jessica stood in the garden, the cold air of the evening wrapping her body in a close embrace. The moonlight scattered across the manicured garden like silver dust, casting soft shadows over the cobblestone paths and flowerbeds. Gentle instrumental music drifted from the ballroom, fading into the quiet corners of the garden.

She stood by the fountain, her gaze fixed on the rhythmic flow of water, her eyes closed as she continuously felt the peace streaming around her in a quiet meditation — her heart calm, her senses heightened.

It seemed like she was having a moment of solitude, but in reality, she was expecting a guest — or probably waiting for someone.

Arriving at the scene of the launch had helped her understand the actual situation of things. She knew Davis and Ethan, in their attempt to remedy the chaos, wouldn’t bother digging into the facts and mess within the venue. But for her, it had always been a principle to fish when the water was troubled — after all, the safest harbour of a person usually turns out to be the most dangerous fort of his existence.

She was certain her post and arrival had stirred some persons with curiosity. And like every other investor, she expected the culprit to approach her so she could uncover the face behind the mask.

At this moment, she couldn’t help but feel grateful that her husband had concealed her identity on the day she met his circle of friends here in Noveira.

After a few minutes of waiting, a slow, calm step came from behind. Jessica took a deep breath. Though she knew someone was there, she didn’t glance back. Instead, she kept her micro recorder ready to capture every word the opponent had to say.

"Lady Bright?" a cold female voice smirked.

looking back — it was one of the voices she had

Tricia Watts.

the work easier. Jessica had always preferred hearing from the horse’s mouth rather

her voice silky as she approached. "The ballroom’s too loud for

responded simply, with a remark that would neither encourage nor

are best left

heard," Tricia replied, positioning herself beside the fountain,

of anger bubbled in her

afford to let the situation slip from her hands. If a single post from this lady could shift the public perception of J&D Globals, then she was undoubtedly

a proposition," she said, her tone brimming with heartfelt

hadn’t expected Tricia to be

Tricia began, "into wellness, beauty, and pharmaceutical lifestyle products." She paused briefly to let the words

I’m a very busy woman. I need someone at the helm — not just any figure, but the

Bright arched

especially after you pulled out from the

"Surprises are underrated in business. I saw a shift and

yourself," Jessica answered, her

of silence followed. Cool air drifted between them as they locked in

international designer, she

her. "Their launch is bold, ambitious, and — until your

face darkened slightly. Her voice, once smooth,

harmed