Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 366: My mother’s surname was Santiagos’

Chapter 366: My mother’s surname was Santiagos’

~Next Moring~

The morning started on a peaceful note. Having retired to bed just in the early hours of the morning, Jessica was so tired that she slept in.

With several official matters waiting to be attended to, Davis left early in the morning for the company.

With Santiago’s family banquet scheduled for the evening and his trip for the business summit confirmed, time at this moment was of the essence.

Deborah tapped the door lightly, pushed it open and entered. A glance at the clock showed some minutes past the hour of 9 a.m. but Jessica was still fast asleep; she sighed.

She had always known her to be a light sleeper that sometimes she wondered if she really slept, unlike today that even after she drew the curtains letting in the rays of light she never stirred.

She wanted to leave the room and allow her to continue her sleep and wake up naturally, but just as she took a step to leave the room, Jessica’s alarm blared through the silence of the room.

Deborah halted briefly and waited for her to wake up, but she only stirred and laid back down, adjusting into a more comfortable position. Watching her actions, a light smile crept up her lips.

She walked over to the position of the phone intending to dismiss the alarm, but a note popped up as the alarm began blaring again: "Meeting."

Deborah sighed. For her to set an alarm, it seemed it was an important meeting. She patted her softly, "Wake up, wake up."

Jessica’s eyes fluttered lightly as she slowly opened them, her gaze unfocused as she glanced around the room.

Deborah straightened up, standing quietly by the side. Jessica closed her eyes and opened them again; she slowly sat up.

Looking at the bright light spilling through the window, she rubbed her brow. "Good morning," she greeted.

brought her footwear closer. "Your alarm had been ringing

I overslept." In a hurry, she left the bed darting into the bathroom for

the already prepared breakfast and carried it upstairs.

in baggy jeans and polo; a long overcoat laid on the side

chair and table before it. She set down the tray

items into

get back?" she asked without stopping what she

it," she responded, her voice calm and flat—a familiar voice of hers

explain, hoping she would understand her. "Deborah, I have an appointment

take much of your time, or I can pack it up for

her, Jessica dragged herself over to the lounge chair, settled down, and she dived into her

her awake till

she slid across the

lips. "Yes, but I am now running late for an appointment. It’s

you also have to blame me for waking up late?"

I went to bed late?" she

will make it up

briefly from scooping up her food. "How do you

a good time in bed serve the purpose?"

food. "We are done," she

She gently dabbed her lips with the setviette, stood up and, slinging on her crossbody sling bag, glanced around

not forgetting anything, she left the room, shutting the

~Julian’s Home~