Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 339: Julian Anderson

It was an exceptional day in Country Y. With the buzz from previous weeks carrying into the month’s end, the new week was ushered in with hope and anticipation.

The business world stirred to life. Conversations across trading floors, boardrooms, and private clubs all circled around one name...the new Allen Group.

Investors poured over market briefs, plotting the week’s strategy.

Business elites kept their phones close, poised to strike deals.

In darker corners of casinos, smoky lounges, and underground circles, quiet deals were inked and betrayals set into motion. The media, too, hovered like vultures, waiting for their next headline.

In the heart of the Allen estate, anticipation took a more personal form.

Today marked Davis Allen’s official return to work after a year-long convalescence from his accident.

An event he had once thought he might never live through. He had spent the previous day and the entire night in his study, going over files; projects paused, staff hired and fired, procurements approved and denied, all in his absence.

Ethan had stayed with him, the two of them sharing all three meals in the study. Bella, growing restless with worry, had peeked in several times. But Jessica had only smiled.

Pointing at the swell of her baby bump, with just a few months to welcome him into the world. "Even with this, I can still work. Why bother about two grown men?"

This morning, Jessica woke up earlier than usual. She made up her mind to prepare his breakfast, the first breakfast as he resumed work.

Seeing her handle the kitchen with efficiency left Deborah and the maids stumped. It proved the fact she wasn’t some heiress but rather a lady who had worked her way through life to stand at the peak.

Deborah felt proud of her in her heart. Davis’ biological clock seemed to have reverted to his old self as he woke up before dawn, patting the space beside him as it was cold.

Abruptly, he sat up, his gaze scanning around the room, but she wasn’t in sight. His heart skipped a beat.

In a flurry, he searched for her, calling her as he searched the bathroom, the closet, and the balcony, but she was nowhere in sight. Yet, her phone was on the nightstand.

After a brief thought, he decided to check the living room, but just as his hand reached for the doorknob, it was pushed in from outside.

Davis paused in his step as he took in the sight of Jessica bringing in a steaming tray of breakfast, well-balanced on her hand.

Without a thought, he quickly stretched out his hand to take it from her, placing it on the bed. He hurriedly checked her hands.

"Were you burnt?"

did Deborah let you

her head. "Can you stop

okay, I will stop

hurt... a fragile lady with no bones,"

was stumped. He had always known how stubborn she could be, but he wasn’t expecting her to go into the kitchen

only one allowed to make breakfast

breakfasts were usually handled

into his embrace, a grateful smile

not be all over me? Going late to work on the first day

into her walk-in closet, and coming out,

he made for

few minutes, he stepped out clad in a custom handmade

she took the tie. Davis’ gaze rested on her as she skillfully fixed

her into a tight embrace. "When did you get this done?" he asked, his voice choking with

it matter?" she asked with a

I

have breakfast

and pulled away from her. He led her forward, and they both

picked a food thermos

For the first

car, with the driver at the wheel when they both stepped out of the

briefly, "Be careful. Don’t get stressed out

why she should have so many companies to report to her even in her condition when

will pay

The last time they went there, he had felt someone around, and now, he felt uncomfortable. But

enough guards and don’t be far

worry too much," she said. But then she was happy at

car, and slowly the car pulled away, leaving the villa. As the

behind her. She needed to handle

~Mid day~

a simple, comfy maternity dress. A simple

in her apron, came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of dishes

warmly. "Lunch is set. I was thinking of calling you down," Deborah

I want to step out for a bit,"

it’s just a little, then. It will go a long way. Then I can pack up the rest for you." She insisted as she gently pulled