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."

She had noticed the hesitation in his voice, like he

idea, but with their departure from Noveria at the corner, he wanted to grant his friend’s wish—as

wants to meet me?" she asked, her

eyes lowered as he played with her fingers. "Alex," he finally muttered,

both the name and Davis’s

there a

recalled, she had no personal connection to Alex, only recognizing him as Davis’s friend and from her company’s cooperation with him which

his request to meet her was unexpected and Davis’s discomfort only confirmed there was more to

problem," he replied. "But... Do you recall someone you saved from a gang attack? Someone who

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 them to the nearest hospital and move on. Just doing my part as a good

relief knowing she hadn’t formed any attachment but also a

shining armor, and he’s been

amusement, her eyes glinting mischievously. His darkened face said it all.

feel someone’s vinegar is spilling over?"

glared at her

bad. I never noticed. If I had known

her waist. "You

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

keep your distance," he

her head. "Is there something you’re not telling me?" she asked, searching his face. But this time,

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

you decided to meet him?" he asked

gaze. "Do you want

I hope you accept his gratitude

had and might still have for his wife. And the earlier he gets to know, the faster the

eyes narrowed. "How do you know he’s been chasing me around the

witnessed it firsthand at the gala night." A faint smirk curled his lips as he recalled

But I came as Lady Bright." She