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.

snorted. "So beauty is

you shouldn’t talk too much and focus on

how do you explain

for worth,

is blind in her choice of worth," a lady

a picture of Jessica from behind, her wavy hair fluttering in the

Like

pray you aren’t caught, otherwise I’ll definitely light

caught," she snickered with a wide grin plastered

and turned back, her gaze settling on the

who froze as she noticed her gaze on her, her breath caught

steps forward. The young lady hastily

amused. "Not so

young lady blinked,

me?" she asked her

to hear them from that distance with

muttered, eyes wide. "I hope you

a while "I guess she

lady patted her chest, thanking the heavens she wasn’t

murmurs, Jessica continued through the

soft hum of the revolving door echoed as she stepped out into the warm

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

twitched, her head throbbing at his

Davis.

dialed his number,

we talk in a few minutes?" he asked,

the guards around me," she said without

A pause.

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

your life. Things aren’t simple right now,

She remained silent.

voice grew

invade your space. I already

so many of her rules to be broken, bit

pulled away from the Allen Group, a few other vehicles falling in line keeping her in the

Her gaze lingered outside the window, taking in the sight of the city’s tall

washed over 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,

to the fast-paced, scheming, and plotting life

I need to visit my grandmother in the countryside," she mused. "It’s been a long time since I

~Elsewhere~

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