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?

had transpired between

was there a faint scent in the

run off to

"No,

then, who is this

him, her brow furrowing in thought; arriving a

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

would I have to take the pain of coming to seek you

my bad."

feather kiss on her cheek. "Are you still

I never

storm off then?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting

you the one shouting at me when I was just trying to

the situation surrounding

at me again, let’s leave this matter,"

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

to make, but then I wouldn’t want to be a bane limiting

was asking him to go, she had already imagined how lonely and withered her

had wanted to suggest travelling with him, but knowing Davis, that

stared at her face quietly, yet her words tugged at the strings of his heart. Taking a glance back, all she had always done was seeking out his

second calling, to a point he had

Deborah had reported she was restless and wasn’t

churned in his heart. "Why wouldn’t she be selfish for

nag to let

other women, use

asked me to go on

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

funny scent in this room?" Jessica asked, glaring at

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

scent she perceived as she stepped

faint trace of jasmine, patchouli, with several other combinations of herbs potent

her head, she snapped her

probing as she took in the sight of his suit, tie, and shirt... it was intact; she sighed

Why is there

the lady before

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

to herself in

if her hands weren’t bound, she

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