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

there a faint scent in

off to this point for

"No, he wouldn’t

then, who is

over to him, her brow furrowing in thought; arriving

twirled it in his hand.

would I have to

my bad."

kiss on her cheek. "Are

I angry? How come I never noticed?" Jessica asked with

off then?" Davis

one shouting at me when I

do you really understand the situation surrounding us?"

again, let’s leave

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

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

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

had wanted to suggest travelling with him,

her words tugged at the strings of his heart. Taking a glance back, all she

had spent every minute, every second calling, to a point he had decided

restless and

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

she nag to let her

like other women, use her pregnancy as

have asked me to go on a summit when she is

on the young lady twisting herself, her hands bound, and an unfinished glass of wine

this faint funny scent in this room?" Jessica asked, glaring at Davis with an

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

silently analyzed the scent she perceived as

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

alarm bell began ringing in her head,

stare intense and probing as she took in the sight of his suit, tie, and shirt... it was

happened? Why is there

pointed at the lady before him. "Her

already in a pitiful state, seemingly

to herself in a

quite sure that if her hands

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