Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 266: How did I miss that?

The trip to the hospital was uneventful aside from the usual cuddling, hugging, and soft whispers of concern. Though Jessica had known she was pregnant for the past few weeks, seeing herself en route to the hospital because of pregnancy made the truth glaring and undeniable.

Noticing her overly calm demeanor, Davis sighed, his face clearly revealing the volume of worry swirling in his heart.

"Are you scared?" Davis asked, his gaze never leaving hers. Given Jessica’s phobia of hospitals and the fact that this was her first pregnancy, he couldn’t help but worry.

"Yes, I was... but having you here has eased it a bit—though not completely," she replied with a small smile.

She had been genuinely worried about her phobia acting up, but the little life growing inside her needed all the care and attention it could get. As a doctor, she knew she couldn’t afford to deny her child that.

With that in mind, she made the bold decision to come to the hospital, albeit with a slightly unusual idea. When it came time for the actual check-up, she planned to blindfold herself—shutting out the memory of being in a hospital.

Jessica believed that although it might be challenging, that was the only compromise she could offer. But now, with Davis by her side willingly attending the visit and promising not to miss a single one in the future she felt relieved.

"You don’t have to be scared. I promise to always be there," he whispered, gently caressing her forehead and planting a kiss.

As the drive progressed, they chatted about everything under the sun. It was a peaceful and comfortable ride.

After a few hours’ drive from Jessica’s home to the hospital, the driver carefully pulled into the hospital parking lot. His expression was respectful as he stepped out and opened the door.

Jessica took a moment to study the surroundings for any potential threats. She pulled out her phone and called Bella:

"Sister, I’m at the hospital for a check-up. Care to meet me at the OB-GYN department?"

Bella screamed on the phone.

"Sis-in-law, you’re pregnant? You’re going for a check-up?"

Jessica sighed. She couldn’t believe her eardrums hadn’t burst from Bella’s excited shout.

"Is it really that great to be pregnant? Might as well count it as a hindrance," she muttered, recalling the incident from the night before and the symptoms she’d been managing.

Carefully, she slid on her sunglasses as the driver placed the wheelchair down and opened the door. His sharp eyes scanned the hospital environment for any sign of danger.

With great care, he assisted Davis, whose agility in transferring into the wheelchair had improved over time—leaving some of the subordinates stunned and contemplative about how possible it was. Yet, they dared not question it.

With his feet landing firmly on the ground, Davis carefully settled in, a helpless sigh escaping his lips. Still, he encouraged himself silently.

more days.

of his shirt. Bending slightly, she planted a feather-light kiss on his cheek, catching the

more

slowly

voices murmured as the duo entered the

family thought he was missing—or worse—he

reported by the family? Even

daughter is

Louis family’s

fell for his

is

match. Quite unfortunate, though. He can’t stand and who

her mouth, her eyes darting around the hallway. "Even if he can’t, it’s not for you to say. If

whispers didn’t

curled upward as he tugged Jessica’s hand. She leaned closer,

also think I can’t

heat up. She couldn’t believe he was asking that

shameless," she said through

The white walls of the private women’s clinic gleamed under soft,

quiet, exclusive wing of the hospital, designed for the comfort of the elite. Dressed in a soft beige sweater and dark maternity jeans

gently reached out to

squeeze. "We’re just here to confirm everything’s

small nod and

creaked open. A

Allen? You may come in now.

day with fewer patients. She stood

room and were greeted by a poised, warm woman in her fifties—Dr. Stella. Her presence was

morning, Mrs. Allen, Mr. Allen. Please, make

his

is your first prenatal check-up?" the

home, but I haven’t

Stella chuckled gently. "Let’s do a basic ultrasound first, then discuss how far along you are and what precautions you’ll need moving

hand a gentle squeeze