Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 275: A fair game...

As the car pulled away from the hospital, leaving behind the chaos of reporters and buzzing media, Jessica let out a deep, quiet breath, her eyes closing for a moment, the fleeting darkness offering brief solace. Her thoughts drifted to the dinner meeting set for the next day and her brows subtly creased in concern.

Davis, seated beside her, noticed the tension in her shoulders. He gently pulled her into his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her lips."You’ve been worrying a lot lately," he murmured. "Thinking about too many things more than you used to."

Though they’d only been married for a little over a year, they’d weathered enough storms to understand the unspoken. He could tell when something was weighing heavily on her heart.

Jessica turned to him, her voice soft. "Do you really think so?"

Davis nodded lightly, his gaze warm as he gently stroked her arm. "In the past, you didn’t stress over gains or losses. You took things as they came and made your decisions based on the situation. But now..."

His voice trailed off into the hum of the car’s silence.

Jessica sighed. She had noticed the shift in herself too, her growing hesitance, the creeping doubt, the wavering certainty and sometimes the overthinking. She never took it seriously before, often brushing it aside. But now, with Davis pointing it out, she made a mental note to address it.

But come to think of it, she hadn’t really changed her way of thinking. It was just that he was beginning to notice and understand every nuance of her mood and unspoken actions—things he hadn’t truly paid attention to in the past.

Jessica sighed. "Maybe I’m not actually second-guessing myself. Perhaps he’s just becoming more worried about my affairs than he should be," she mused.

"Why did you suddenly decide we should return to our old home?" she asked.

Davis inhaled deeply, his mind already made up. "I’ve thought about it. We’re under public scrutiny, and with the spotlight on us right now, exposing your residence could bring unnecessary attention. It’s not supposed to be public knowledge—if the media finds out, your privacy and our safety could be compromised. So, it’s better to stay somewhere that’s already known to them."

Jessica’s lips curled slightly. "You’re being cautious."

He nodded, serious now. "I’m being realistic," Davis replied. ""Think about it. Today we managed to dodge the press, but what if someone had followed us? That house was a sanctuary. Let’s not turn it into a trap.

His shoulders slagged lightly, his gaze in the spaces with a thoughtful expression "That place was meant to remain hidden. All the while, no one expected me to be in town, let alone listening to the news and still not being found."

Jessica chuckled. "Were you even searched for?" she teased.

She would bet her most treasured possession that Desmond never really searched for Davis.

She had thought that Desmond visit on the hospital as Grandpa

Allen family, and aware of so many

down at her. "Babe, what are

she

hit Davis like a punch. His fists curled, and his expression

him?" he asked

just feel... things might spiral

a

by blood—but he was trained like one. Don’t you think that kind of knowledge can cause a lot

his head, a soft smirk playing on his lips as he stared into

Allen, how else would he make the one mistake that brings

quickly. Her eyes widened as realization

"You’re wicked," she breathed.

Just playing by the rules. What goes around, comes around. Would you blame

shook her head,

his own greed destroy

fair game," Davis

grew quiet, his voice

uncle was adopted. Grandpa

past, the pain of losing his father to a schemed betrayal. And now learning it was at the hands of someone

"It’s okay. At least now you have a

Davis’s phone buzzed. One

look into succession laws. And he’s called in reporters to announce his

hadn’t expected Desmond to move

calmly. "Send in our own media team. Let them

the legal team?" the

team is