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

faint scent in

to

head. "No,

who

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

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

your trail, would I have to take the pain of coming to seek you out?"

bad." He

kiss on

How come I never noticed?" Jessica asked with a

off then?" Davis asked, his

you the one shouting at me when I

the situation surrounding us?"

of shouting at me again, let’s

"Don’t you think we have

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

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

suggest travelling with him, but knowing

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

business trip; she had spent every minute, every second

reported she was restless and

his heart. "Why wouldn’t she be

wouldn’t she nag to

wouldn’t she, like other women, use

asked me to go on a summit when she is

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

she? Why is she in your box, and this faint funny scent in this room?" Jessica asked, glaring at

what?" He smirked as he lowered his head, his breath fanning her

the scent she perceived as she stepped

faint trace of jasmine, 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 intact; she

happened? Why is there a dissipating fragrance

the lady before him.

already in a pitiful

herself in a

if her hands weren’t bound,

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