Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 259: I frightened you again...

With her clothes changed and her resolve firm, Jessica returned to Davis’ side and gently took hold of his wheelchair.

A maid quietly trailed behind, hands full with a box of home-baked snacks and light refreshments. Deborah had carefully asked the kitchen to pack for her since she is heading out with Davis.

Though she had not taken over the cooking herself, everyone in the mansion had come to understand her place in the presence of Jessica and had subtly begun according to her the same respect.

Meanwhile, Davis had made his own preparations, ensuring the car was stocked with bottled water, energy bars, and essentials Jessica might need during the trip, however brief it promised to be.

The car, a sleek black armored SUV, gleaming under the sun waited at the foot of the wide stone stairs of Jessica’s mansion.

The journey couldn’t be promised to be safe or unsafe and with Jessica and his unborn baby on board he had to take precautions since their returning had continuously circulated online.

As Davis was carefully helped into the backseat, Jessica followed, settling beside him just as the door closed with a soft, resolute thud.

Ethan stepped out from the front porch and circled the car, slipping into the driver’s seat. This trip was no ordinary errand, he would take the wheel himself.

Once seated, he buckled up and turned on the ignition. The engine hummed, low and smooth, as the vehicle began to ease out of the compound and down the long driveway, leaving the estate behind. Behind them, the shadow guard vehicle fell into formation as a silent protector in tow.

Davis had once planned to visit the dungeon alone, but with Jessica beside him now, he wouldn’t take such risks. She had become his calm, his tether. And today, he needed her more than she might ever know.

"Careful on the bumpy path," Davis said quietly.

Ethan nodded without speaking.

The silence in the car was peaceful at first, only broken by the soft thrum of the tires against asphalt. Then Davis shifted, his hand reaching out. He tugged Jessica gently toward him, guiding her to rest in the curve of his arm.

Jessica let out a soft sigh, adjusting slightly to fit into the cradle of his warmth. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Davis asked, voice barely above a whisper, fingers brushing against the dried streaks of tears still clinging to her cheek.

She nodded faintly. For her, it is not a matter of if she wants but she had always promised herself to be with him in every step of this journey.

He studied her face with a quiet intensity, wiping away the tears gently. "My wife is a crybaby now," he teased softly, a faint smirk lifting his lips.

brow furrowed. "Who says I cried?" she muttered, though her voice held no heat, just resignation. Emotions she never imagined she’d show were spilling out one by one, and it

be shy, I can still endure this kind of torture,"

narrowed her eyes. "Why do I get the feeling you’re mocking

genuine smile. "Mocking? Who would dare?" he said, leaning in to press

with his, studying the structure of his hand. His hands were distinct—strong, marked with the calluses and wear of a

changed in subtle ways, twisted unexpectedly like ivy around stone, always close, always

even close," he said firmly. "If anything, I

was never a burden. She had become his warmth and reason, even when

slipped up her arm, tracing her skin with reverence, disappearing beneath

gently pressed it still. "Don’t,"

to press a button beside him. With a soft mechanical

think this is right?" she asked, her face flushing crimson. Though married and lived together for a long time, she still feel

deeper, slower, burning with a heat and

assured, traced every part of her body, awakening every nerve ending beneath her skin. Her moans, soft and muffled

kisses thrilled every part of her exposed

crumbled as the heat built, their closeness igniting sparks, the

it since the pregnancy—her body had become a storm of emotions and sensitivity.

still early and the possibility of sex far from their reach, Davis carefully guided her gently toward release, never pushing beyond the boundary they’d drawn, yet

eyes fluttered shut, lips parted. "Drowsy...

a few stray strands of hair away from her face. His body still buzzed, but he held it in check. He blamed himself for sparking the fire in her, but when he saw her flushed cheeks and heard her quiet

reached for a hand towel, dampened it with bottled water, and gently cleaned her exposed skin and face. She barely stirred. Only when he was sure she was asleep did he lower

he said calmly. "What have you gathered

concise summary of their names, past

darkened. The temperature

"Don’t be angry... You

smile touched Davis’

been found?" he asked next directing

this city over a