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.

closer. "Your alarm had been

a hurry, she left the bed darting into the bathroom for a quick bath while Deborah quietly left

already prepared breakfast and carried it upstairs.

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

the window side, having a lounge chair and table before it. She set down the tray in her hand.

way as she gathered her important items

I get back?" she asked

flat—a familiar voice of hers that Jessica had always interpreted in three words: don’t bother

understand her. "Deborah,

or I can pack it

herself over to the

Davis for keeping her awake till late and hoping

her phone buzzed with an incoming call. With one hand, she slid across the screen, and

her lips. "Yes, but I am now

you also have to blame me for waking up

Isn’t it your fault I went to bed

will make it up

hand paused briefly from scooping up her food. "How do

in bed serve the purpose?"

her food. "We are done," she said,

a cup of water, she dropped her cutlery. She gently dabbed her lips with the setviette, stood up and, slinging on her crossbody sling bag, glanced around the

anything, she left the room, shutting the door behind

~Julian’s Home~