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 been ringing

into the bathroom for a quick bath while Deborah quietly left the

prepared breakfast and carried it upstairs. With a push of

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

over to the window side, having a lounge chair and table before

glanced her way as she gathered her important items into

I eat when I get

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

effort to explain, hoping she would understand her. "Deborah, I have an appointment and am

can pack it up for you to eat in the

over to the lounge chair, settled down, and she

keeping her awake till late and hoping Julian

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

but I am now running late for an appointment. It’s

also have to blame me for waking

Isn’t it your fault I went to

will make it up to

hand paused briefly from scooping up her

time in bed serve the purpose?" he

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

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

forgetting anything, she left the room, shutting

~Julian’s Home~