Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 285: I am sorry

The night air was cool and quiet as the car slowly pulled into the driveway. A soft glow from the sitting room spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the windows.

The silver chandelier hanging along the walkway bathed the compound in a gentle light, giving it a calm, almost dreamlike charm.

Crickets chirped into the night, and moths danced around the lights, the compound resting in peace. At the doorstep, the engine went off, and as usual, Jessica stepped out and with the aid of the driver helped Davis into his wheelchair.

Jessica’s footsteps and the soft rolling of the wheelchair echoed gently along the stone path leading to the front door.

Inside, the lights were dimmed, welcoming them with a calm, peaceful ambiance.

Henry, the butler, stepped out quietly from the hallway and gave a slight bow. He had been waiting for the returning since they never mentioned travelling out of the country.

"Welcome back, Sir... Ma’am. Would you need anything for the night?" he asked, already aware of Davis’ habit of avoiding late meals.

Davis glanced at Jessica and sighed. "Babe, do you want anything?" His tone was gentle but uncertain. It was too late to eat, yet he didn’t want to refuse her, unsure if she’d had enough to eat at the Santiagos’.

He made a mental note to take notice of her eating schedule and see if it aligns with the directive of the doctor.

Jessica shook her head. "Just warm water, please."

Henry turned to head toward the kitchen when Davis’s voice stopped him.

"Henry."

His voice was soft yet firm. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. When he made that promise at Noveria to apologize to him, it seemed simple, and he hadn’t imagined it would feel this difficult.

But now, seeing Henry standing before him, he was at a loss for words as the words stuck in his throat.

Looking back, Davis felt ashamed of how he had treated Henry. But now it was time to make it right.

sensed the moment. She could the tension in his jaw, his clenched fist. She walked back to Davis, bent slightly, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering gently,

stood back up, her expression calm. She would have spoken

the power of a simple, sincere gesture, even as a man of his

have been cold but he was never heartless—this she

hand in hers. Henry stood before them, stiff and uncertain. He blinked, glancing back

thoughts spiraled with thoughts and questions which

done something

be laid

Am I being punished?

a change in

Am I being replaced?

Madam upset

through possibilities with doubts and worry. Racing at a speed counting

caught the whirlwind of emotions on Henry’s face and smiled. If she could freeze this moment and hand it to

moment imagine his reaction when the "stone-cold god" himself apologized

couldn’t stop herself from thinking of what the world would say when it gets

a deep breath, and opened

I pushed people away. I hope you can forgive me.

him as his shoulders slumped lightly with relief washing over

for the first time. His mouth opened and closed, replaying only one

having a personality shift?" he muttered quietly but shook his head

palm to Davis’s forehead. "Not hot," he murmured

and glanced at Jessica, silently

Jessica stifled a laugh.

own, she sighed and said, "Henry, to

slowly, his