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?"

Deborah let you do

"Can you

I will stop but

a fragile

he wasn’t expecting her to go into the kitchen to make

make breakfast and I am not?"

breakfasts were usually handled by Davis, unless in certain cases...

pulled her into his embrace, a grateful smile tugging his lips. "Thanks,"

not be all over me? Going late to work on the first day isn’t a good example," she

her walk-in closet, and coming out,

wrapped around his waist as he made for

smiled as he took the bag and walked into the closet. After a few minutes, he stepped out clad in a custom

took the tie. Davis’ gaze rested on her as

he pulled her into a tight embrace. "When did you get this

it matter?" she asked

much. I

have breakfast now?" she

her

breakfast, Davis went downstairs in the company of Jessica, who picked a food thermos from the table and handed it to him.

For the first time, going to work didn’t feel

was already waiting beside the car, with the driver at the wheel when they both stepped out of the

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

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

mum. I will pay her a

had felt someone around, and now, he felt uncomfortable.

with enough guards and don’t be far

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

slowly the car pulled away, leaving the villa.

clicking shut behind her.

~Mid day~

maternity dress. A simple

made her way downstairs. Deborah, draped in her apron, came out of the kitchen carrying a tray

she smiled warmly. "Lunch is set. I was thinking of calling you

to step out for a bit,"

little, then. It will go a long way. Then I can pack up the rest for