Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 333: Investigate....

Davis woke up earlier than Jessica. Staring at the sleeping beauty for a moment, he sighed, solidifying the silent decision in his heart—it was time to plan the official wedding for her.

With a feather-light kiss on her cheek, he quietly stepped out of bed, entered the bathroom, and had a quick bath before changing into comfy wear.

Returning to the room, he noticed she had stirred in her sleep and thrown the duvet aside. He shook his head helplessly as he walked over to the bed.

He bent down and pulled the duvet over her properly before tucking it in. His gentle gaze flickered across her face. "Seems too tired," he murmured, removing a few strands of hair from her face.

He stretched out his hand and picked up his phone from the nightstand, his gaze flicking to her face before he turned and made his way to the balcony in light steps.

Outside on the balcony, he shut the door quietly behind him.

The soft, cold air patted his face, the faint fragrance of flowers drifting over as the morning sun peeked through the sky, announcing the dawn of a new day.

His face calm and collected, he gazed into the distance as he mentally ran through the matters requiring immediate attention.

He took a deep breath and decided to start with the most recent—the fashion show.

Though the show had ended without further hitches after he recovered the stolen materials and changed the models, that didn’t mean the situation shouldn’t be investigated.

He had been fairly sure of the voice over the phone, but a little more investigation wouldn’t hurt. He needed to be certain before taking action.

He called one of his subordinates, and the call was picked up on the first ring. "Morning, Boss," a voice filtered through.

"Were you able to get any words out of the young man?" Davis asked.

Yesterday, the manager had been frantic and hadn’t said anything meaningful, only shouting about being forced—and despite how it looked, Davis didn’t buy the story.

"No, sir. He hasn’t said anything reasonable," the voice answered.

he doesn’t want to talk,

"Now?"

the day. He’s the only link to the other parties involved, and I’m sure he must be quite anxious right now,"

sir," came the reply, and the call ended with

the distance as he carefully

since yesterday with no communication device

knew that the basic human instinct would kick in—the desire to

fairly certain the man had his reasons for staying silent—whether to protect someone or out of misplaced trust and loyalty—but none of

reason he had would disappear the

for a while, then dialed Richard’s

show yesterday. I

day—I was already at

revisit how terrible the situation had been. Still, he wouldn’t rest until

your subordinate who worked with the manager

had made a mental note to find the young man from Angels Wear who had disappeared even before the

a critical variable connected to the whole drama and had to be

thing but hadn’t wanted to accuse him—after all, the young man

materials baffled him, especially since all fingers pointed

he finally said with a

hesitation. "Do you trust him that

that I haven’t seen him

lightly.

after

while before the call ended. Moments later, his phone dinged

through the report,

person and his activities for the past seven days, as