Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 331: My wife and I are expecting a baby...

With the dining hall beautifully arranged, the table was exquisitely furnished, showcasing a carefully curated selection of dishes.

Side by side, local and continental delicacies competed for attention. There was Agbugbu (Fiofio) na ji, steaming bowls of the nsala, and the richly flavored ofe onugbu, accompanied by tender ọkpa ehi agwọro agwọ.

On the continental side were tender steak, golden fried rice, and creamy mac and cheese and a coleslaw as dessert, each dish meticulously arranged giving a testament to Deborah’s culinary expertise

Several bottles of assorted wines and juices were thoughtfully placed, giving the entire spread an aromatic, colorful, and enticing atmosphere.

One after another, they took their seats in a natural order that subtly reflected their positions and status. Davis, gently holding Jessica’s hand, descended the staircase in his usual relaxed manner.

Upon reaching the dining table, he pulled out a chair for Jessica with care and, once she had settled in, took his place at the head of the table.

His gaze swept across the array of vibrant, aromatic colourful dishes, thoughtfully prepared with a balance of local and international tastes.

It was as though Deborah had offered them a culinary spectrum of choice, allowing each guest to indulge according to their tastes.

"Alex," Davis said, leaning slightly forward, "what do you think? What caught your eye?" A smile playing on his lips.

Alex chuckled. "Davis, the real question is what hasn’t caught my eye. But since you asked... then let’s say I’m trying everything. At least a taste of each."

"So greedy," Ethan muttered under his breath with a teasing grin.

"Davis, your assistant needs a leash," Alex quipped, casting a playful glance Ethan’s way.

"Assistant?" Davis raised an eyebrow. "I don’t have one at the moment. I’m already putting out a notice for one, unless you’ve got someone to recommend?"

Ethan’s smile faltered, his hand froze slightly, his fingers curling briefly but he released it immediately taking breath. His eyes locked with Davis’s, who merely shrugged, his expression unreadable.

Ethan’s gaze flicked toward Jessica, but she remained silent. His heartbeat quickened. Bella, sitting beside him, lightly patted his arm, urging him to remain calm.

They couldn’t quite make sense of what Davis and Jessica were up to. The words were measured and with no expression on their face, it became an impossible feat.

Alex tilted his head, his eyes narrowed as he looked at Ethan. "Is there a problem? Or have you been falling short in your responsibilities?" he asked, his tone more curious than accusing.

Ethan didn’t have an answer. Truthfully, no one could decipher what was going on in Davis’s mind lately. His actions had turned unpredictable.

he made a decision—eat first, worry later. After all, Davis was the type of man who delivered clarity at the right moment. Until then, fretting

on the food. Just then,

slowly across the table, "we have a few things to share

the room as everyone turned their attention to

are some of the best friends we’ve had through thick and thin," he said sincerely.

know that my wife and I are

in the air for a moment then the realization dawned.

the room along with

in surprise, while the women exchanged knowing glances, soft

a silent breath of

excitement settled, Davis continued, "Ethan, don’t feel offended that I said

as eyes

take over the position of Chief Operating Officer of the group and all its subsidiaries. I think

remained within the Allen family. It had

eyes drifted toward Jessica. As a few thought crossed his

Was this her decision?

And what about Aaron?

my

was down, you didn’t walk away, even when

you never turned your back on him. We are truly grateful. But

with emotion. Still, his

had no other option, he had always stood with them. Fulfilling

ties with

fell like a thunderclap, totally

I’ve seen, they never treated you with the respect and dignity you

firmly, "You deserve happiness. Cutting ties

cracked. "I don’t have

problem,"

choose, and we’ll have it legally established and registered. Besides... who knows?

"Sis, thank

how they had used and degraded Ethan. She had tried to talk to him, to make him leave, but

loyalty, guilt, or maybe hope. But now, with this decision, maybe he could finally take