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

"Can you stop

will stop but you might

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

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

to make breakfast

correctly, most of her breakfasts were usually handled

embrace, a grateful smile tugging his

Going late to work on the first day isn’t a good example," she said as she

the bathroom, she went into her walk-in closet,

he made for his

smiled as he took the bag and walked into the closet. After a few

at the outfit and shrugged lightly as she took the tie. Davis’ gaze rested on her as she skillfully

he pulled her into a tight embrace. "When did you get this done?" he asked,

it matter?" she asked with

I

you have

her forward,

picked a food thermos from the table and handed it

first time, going to work didn’t feel

beside the car, with the driver at

Don’t get

so many companies to report to

mum. I will pay her

there, he had felt someone around, and now,

be far

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

pulled away, leaving the villa. As the

entered the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her.

~Mid day~

stepped out of her room, draped in a simple, comfy maternity dress. A simple handbag in her hand contained her essentials as

her way downstairs. Deborah, draped in her apron, came out of the kitchen carrying a tray of dishes she settled on the table in the dining

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

step out for a

it’s just a little, then. It will go a long way. Then I can pack up