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 do

"Can you stop

stop but you might

might hurt... a fragile

be, but he wasn’t expecting her to go into the kitchen to make breakfast

you the only one allowed to make breakfast and I am not?" she

were usually handled by Davis, unless in certain

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

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

into her walk-in closet,

waist as he made for his walk-in closet. "Take this,"

closet. After a few minutes, he stepped out clad in a custom handmade suit with his

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

tight embrace. "When did you get this done?" he

she asked with a

matters so much. I am happy," he

you have breakfast now?" she

away from her. He led her

in the company of Jessica, who picked a food thermos from the table and handed

in understanding. For the first time,

already waiting beside the car, with the driver at 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 she

will

had felt someone around, and now, he

enough guards and don’t be far away from them,"

But then she was happy at least someone

car pulled away, leaving the villa. As the car

the door clicking shut behind her. She needed to handle

~Mid day~

maternity dress. A simple handbag in her hand contained her

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

her coming downstairs, she smiled warmly. "Lunch is set. I was thinking of calling you down," Deborah

want to step out

if it’s just a little, then. It will go a long way. Then