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.

her footwear closer. "Your alarm had

into the bathroom for a quick bath while Deborah quietly left

the kitchen, reheated the already prepared breakfast and carried it upstairs. With a push of the door, she

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

having a lounge chair and table before it. She set

she gathered her important items into a crossbody sling bag laying

called "can I eat when I get

she responded, her voice calm and flat—a familiar voice of hers that Jessica had always interpreted in three words: don’t

she would understand her. "Deborah, I have an appointment and am already

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

over to the lounge chair, settled

blamed Davis for keeping her awake till late and hoping Julian wouldn’t be

phone buzzed with an incoming call. With one hand, she slid across the screen, and Davis’ voice filtered through the phone.

her lips. "Yes, but I am now running late for an

blame me for

who? Isn’t it your fault I

I will make it up to

narrowed as her hand paused briefly from scooping up her food. "How do you intend to do

time in bed serve the

almost choked on her food. "We are done," she said, and the

water, she dropped her cutlery. She gently dabbed her lips with the setviette, stood up and, slinging on her crossbody

not forgetting anything, she left the room, shutting the door behind

~Julian’s Home~