Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Keep away from my own husband...

Chapter 364: Keep away from my own husband...

Jessica’s car slowly pulled into the club, picking up her overcoat by the side. A guard opened the door from the outside; she slowly and carefully stepped down.

She took a glance at the building, which seemed peaceful outside, but no doubt it was certainly not peaceful inside.

She didn’t need to think to know it must be bustling with activities, schemes, and plots. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, walking through the revolving doors of the club.

Carefully, she made her way towards the staircase, deciding to follow her instincts, but then she halted a waiter who was by the side. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Davis Allen in this club, but unfortunately, my phone was off. Can you please show me his box?" she asked.

The waiter stared at her for a while, silently gauging her appearance, composure, and elegance. "It seems she isn’t simple. Maybe she is really invited by him."

The manager had earlier informed them of his arrival, though it wasn’t made public, but now seeing this lady mention having an appointment, then definitely must be true.

He nodded. "I will show you." He spurned on his heel, walking back towards the direction she was headed toward. They turned towards another hallway after a few more steps before they arrived before a closed door.

The waiter bowed slightly. "This is his private room," he said.

"Thank you very much," Jessica answered.

"Just my work."

As the waiter left her, Jessica took a breath, contemplating either knocking before going on or just pushing the door open and going in.

On second thought, she decided on the latter. She pushed the door in and stepped into the room; a wave of chills hit her face. "Too high," she murmured.

The soft neon light spun slowly, casting shades of colours on the people in the room. A faint scent hitting her nostrils made her brow furrow as she quickly analyzed the scent.

Waving her hand over her nostrils, Jessica slowly walked into the room, her eyes scanning the room before settling on the people in the room. Her eyes narrowed at the scene before her.

Davis sat with his legs crossed over the other like an emperor; a young lady sat several metres away from him.

Her hands bound, her body drenched in sweat as she twisted continuously, rubbing her legs against the other, her voice sultry as she pleaded with him.

His gaze lifted and settled on the lady who stepped in. "You are here?"

Her voice was calm and collected. "What is going on?"

Davis stretched his hands towards her, beckoning her to himself; she looked at his outstretched hand and at the lady on the other side, several emotions coursed through her chest.

Why is there a lady in his box?

transpired between

was there a faint scent in

to this point

head. "No, he

then, who is

brow furrowing in thought; arriving a step away from him, gently he pulled her to his

Jessica’s hair as he twirled it in his hand. He glanced at his wristwatch. "It’s past midnight; why did you

I have to take the pain of coming

bad." He

light feather kiss on her cheek.

angry? How come I never noticed?"

not angry? Why storm off then?"

when I was just trying to let you understand?" she

you really understand the

again, let’s leave

strands of hair from her face. "Don’t you think we have

make, but then I wouldn’t want to be a bane limiting your progress and growth,"

already imagined how lonely and withered her life at that moment would

with him,

his heart. Taking a glance back, all she had always done was seeking out his

minute, every second calling, to a point he had decided to leave his phone on

reported she was restless and wasn’t eating well, yet

churned in his heart. "Why

nag to let

like other women,

Vera have asked me to go on a summit

the young lady twisting herself, her hands bound, and an unfinished

box, and this faint funny scent

out of his daze. "Funny scent like what?" He smirked as he lowered his head, his

the scent she perceived

trace of jasmine, patchouli, with several other combinations of herbs potent in sensual effects could only point at one

her head, she snapped

as she took in the sight of his suit, tie, and shirt...

there

the lady

gaze to meet the young lady who was already in a pitiful state, seemingly drugged and oblivious of

herself

hands weren’t bound, she might

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