Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 317: Spicing things up.

Jessica stepped out of the president’s office, her heels echoing on the polished floors. She nodded once to the guards who straightened at her appearance waiting for her instructions.

With a calm, composed air that masked the storm brewing inside her, she glanced briefly at her wristwatch and spoke.

"Let’s go home. The time for the fashion show is just in an hour and a few minutes," she said.

She hadn’t expected that, by the end of the day, she would have spent a good amount of time in the Allen Group before heading over to the hotel.

Though, It hadn’t been her intention to linger so long at the Allen Group, but the last-minute meetings and a few surprise interjections from board members seeking final clarifications, time had slipped by like water through her fingers.

Taking a deep breath to calm her fraying nerves, she stepped forward to leave. With her checklist simple but essential, she made a few decisions:

Call Davis and ascertain the situation on his end, return home to prepare and like he promised—he would attend with her.

As they stepped into the elevator, her nose twitched slightly at the sterile scent of the elevator due to her high sensitivity to smell since her pregnancy.

Slowly, the door closed and the familiar hum of the elevator as it descended whined in her ears. Jessica dialed Richard’s number. He picked up on the first ring.

"Hello, Jess," his voice filtered through with a calm that reassured her.

Jessica paused briefly, her mind parsing the nuances in his tone; steady and unbothered. That meant no issues, no emergencies. Good.

"Just exited from a meeting. I’ll go home and get ready. I believe I’ll arrive in time to witness the red carpet," she explained calmly.

Richard acknowledged her plans, and after they exchanged a few updates before she ended the call just as the elevator dinged.

Calmly, she stepped out, sliding on her black sunglasses large enough to cover every inch of her eyes, yet stylish enough to give her a badass image that left the staff murmuring in awe and astonishment.

"Wahoo! She is beautiful."

"Don’t just look, that is your lady boss."

"Lady Boss?"

"Sure, she’s Davis Allen’s wife."

The comment sparked curiosity.

"You can’t be serious. How did he manage to marry someone like her?"

"He might be handsome, but a man in a wheelchair... It has its limitations."

"Does that include marrying a beautiful wife?" another asked.

"Not really...just kinda of..."she muttered searching for the best phrase to fit in.

"So beauty is

shouldn’t talk too much and focus on

explain Louis’s

eyes for worth, not appearance,"

she is blind in her choice

them pulled out her phone and discreetly took a picture of Jessica from behind, her wavy

so beautiful. Like a

caught, otherwise I’ll

be caught," she snickered with a

gaze settling on the young lady. The click of her heel was the only sound

gaze, hidden behind dark lenses, locked onto the girl who froze as she noticed her gaze

a few steps forward. The young lady hastily dropped the phone, trying

so smart," she said coolly and

young lady blinked,

to me?" she asked her colleague,

to hear them

colleague muttered, eyes wide. "I hope

stared at them for a while "I guess

was said, the young lady patted her chest, thanking the

rising murmurs, Jessica continued

door echoed as she stepped

and opened the door for her. That’s when she noticed it—not just two, but a full team of guards stationed

mouth twitched, her head

Davis.

number, and he picked up on

we talk in a few minutes?"

off the guards around me,"

A pause.

she could almost see him reclining, a half-smile playing at his

Things aren’t simple right now, and

She remained silent.

voice grew softer,

your space.

so many of her rules to be broken, bit by

She climbed into the car as it pulled away from

of the city’s tall buildings, the bustling traffic, and the many people toiling hard to make ends

her as she recalled its natural beauty: the rich horizon of tall trees, birds singing among the branches, clear and calm streams, wide gardens of green vegetation, and the fresh, undiluted fragrance of

to the fast-paced, scheming, and plotting

a long time since I last visited." She took a deep breath and

~Elsewhere~

tall, its floor-to-ceiling windows stretching across the vast open space, offering a