Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 252: Keep your distance....

After a quick bath and a refreshing dinner set in their bedroom, Jessica helped Davis with a thorough massage on his legs, carefully checking the progress of their recovery. As she slowly straightened up, his eyes locked with hers.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Much better," she replied, her tone professional. "Once we get back, I’ll switch the medication. If all goes well, you should be fully healed in three months."

Davis chuckled softly at her professional tone as he slowly sat up. He flexed his leg carefully with a small movement, feeling more relieved than before. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Baby, thank you," he said with deep emotion.

Jessica rolled her eyes playfully as she spun on her heel to walk away. "Do you know how many times you’ve said thank you? I’m beginning to grow tired of it." She smirked.

Davis pulled her hand gently, skillfully drawing her into his lap, his arm wrapped around her, trapping her in his embrace.

""Then tell me," he murmured, "how should this grateful husband thank his wife instead?"

Jessica smirked, her brows furrowed pretending to think. After a moment, She tapped the left side of his chest with her finger. "This," she said softly.

Davis raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Don’t you already own it?" he asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Don’t have," she teased with a sly smile dancing on her lips.

Davis nodded, as if in deep understanding. "It seems my little efforts to prove my loyalty aren’t enough, huh?"

"Should they be?" Jessica challenged, her eyes narrowed.

"I’ll work harder," he said, lowering his head to kiss her deeply.

The world melted away as the pent-up emotions of the past few days took over. When they finally parted, they were breathless, their clothes slightly disheveled, Jessica’s face flushed a deep red.

Jessica rested in his arms, his hand playing with her hair, his gaze into the distance thoughtful "Babe, someone..." he paused, taking a deep breath, "...wants to meet you."

had noticed the hesitation in his voice, like he was

with their departure from Noveria at the corner, he wanted to grant his friend’s wish—as a form of gratitude for his help

she asked,

a while, eyes lowered as he played with her fingers. "Alex," he

both the

there a

Alex, only recognizing him as Davis’s friend and from her company’s cooperation with him which she only approved but never had a

and Davis’s discomfort only confirmed there was more

someone you saved from a gang attack? Someone who was nearly beaten to death and ended up in the

like that especially in years back. If I see someone in trouble and deduced it is an act of oppression, I help them and if injured, I take

emotions swirling behind his eyes. He felt relief knowing she hadn’t formed any attachment but also a trace of guilt and sympathy for his friend who had built a fantasy around

shining armor, and he’s been chasing you around the world while

eyes glinting mischievously. His darkened face

I feel someone’s vinegar

her but

had known earlier,

her waist. "You dare!" he

through the room. "Relax, I’m still here with you. You’re already this tensed—do you still want me to

him... but keep your distance," he

she asked, searching his

man was in love with his wife? That would be like lifting a stone just to smash

to meet him?" he asked

"Do you want me

your decision. But I hope you accept his gratitude so

earnest prayers was for Alex to strike out any form of attachment he had and might still have for his wife. And the earlier he gets to know,

do you know he’s been chasing me

it firsthand at the gala night." A faint smirk

night? But I came as Lady