Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 296: A husband shirking his duties

Deborah quietly stepped out of the room after the cleaning, her eyes meeting Davis’s in a silent exchange. Emotions and unspoken words flickered between them—concern, hope, understanding and curiosity.

As the door clicked shut, Davis turned back toward Jessica who was sitting quietly on the bed with her head resting on the headboard, her gaze lowered.

He gently took the tray from the bedside table and began to arrange the dishes on the bed with dedicated precision and calmness.

The food had been carefully prepared by Deborah, who had spent the better part of the evening in the kitchen. There was a wide range of dishes—white soup, plantain pudding, a bit of jollof rice, some grilled drumstick, and a light pasta dish, topping it up with freshly diced fruit salad.

She had to make the food slightly spicy. Everything was in small portions to make it easier for her to taste.

Deborah had noticed some changes in Jessica over the last few days since she rejoined her at Davis mansion. Her skin looked more radiant and glowing, her body slightly fuller and her subtle unconscious attitude of caressing her stomach.

Though Jessica hadn’t said anything, a mother always knows. Deborah had her suspicions, but chose to remain quiet, allowing Jessica her space and the choice to announce it when she wants.

What troubled Deborah more was seeing Jessica walk into danger earlier that evening. When the chaos broke out, she felt her heart leap in fear. The risk would have been a costly one.

After carefully setting out the meal, Davis sat by the edge of the bed and dipped the spoon into the steaming soup. He brought it up gently to Jessica’s lips.

She stared at him silently, making no move to open her mouth. Davis arched a brow, his tone soft and coaxing. "What’s wrong?"

But she had offered no response, just staring at him.

He reached out with his free hand, placing the back of his palm gently on her forehead. Her skin felt warm, but not alarmingly so. Still, concern flickered in his eyes.

"You don’t like the food?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry.

Jessica shook her head slowly. "That’s not it."

"Then you need to eat," he said firmly. "You’ve already used up so much energy. You can’t just skip meals like this."

She let out a soft sigh, her voice barely above a whisper. "Can I sleep first?"

his tone calm but firm.

slightly, knowing there was no point arguing. Still, she couldn’t resist throwing a

smirked, the glint in his eyes shifting from worry to

He

deep shade of red. She quickly averted her gaze, staring at the far end of the room, anywhere but at

yet. What if it was just a silly spoon plane or

unable to take any more, she snatched the spoon

still feel the heat on her face betraying her calm facade and she didn’t trust herself to meet his gaze

rumble that vibrated through

feel his gaze on her and no doubt it was warm, gentle and probably seductive like his

landed on the sensual curve of his throat, just as his Adam’s apple shifted

rapidly through her chest and lower abdomen. An unexpected scene flashing

the tray on the bedside table. Davis paused his

and gently

to his ear, her breath brushing his neck. "I changed my mind. What was

at her with a knowing smile, shifting slightly under her weight. "Have you ever heard the saying, ’Don’t play with

beneath him, propping himself up on one elbow to support his weight. With his

an

tantalizing path down his forehead, over his nose, then trailed down to his lips, brushing lightly

chin, then to his neck, dipping to his throat. She

fingers were soft but her touch was confident, teasing. He swallowed hard, the air between them thick with

hand.

he started to pull away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and

know the implication of what you’re doing, young lady?" he groaned against her cheek, desire swelling dangerously between

you tell me instead of asking?"

earliest days of their marriage, Jessica had always been bold. She’d often taken the lead leaving

deep breath, struggling to rein himself under control. But she leaned

bubbling to the surface, but she looped her arms around his

His hand moved down to rest protectively on her baby bump, his thumb caressing gently. "Shouldn’t you be resting? You

nipple and let her hand rest there. Davis’s breath hitched, his body betraying him even as