Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 371: Are you threatened?

With Jessica and Davis’ arrival in the living room, the stylist and her assistant immediately stood, greeting them warmly, ready to spring into action at the slightest command.

Their gazes locked on Jessica’s face, studying her intently as though trying to decipher her personality.

Quiet admiration flickered in their eyes.

Several thoughts raced through their minds: what sort of woman must she be to receive such care from Davis?

The awe was evident. Even more surprising to them was the fact that, standing together, there was barely any height difference between the couple.

Jessica cast them a light glance. She hadn’t expected Davis to go so far as to hire a stylist.

Since entering her second trimester, she had found it increasingly difficult to apply certain products to her skin, they irritated her easily, and she often avoided them altogether.

She turned her gaze upward to Davis. "Do you think I’ll even be able to have these makeups applied on me?"

Davis nodded. "You have to be at your best," he replied with a faint smirk. "So you’ll have to endure. Or... do you want me to be scolded by Grandmother? Wouldn’t she think I’ve been treating you badly all this time?"

Jessica sighed. "Troublesome," she muttered under her breath.

There is no doubt that Lady Matilda might be asking for Davis’ head if she arrived at the banquet looking less than perfect.

A few days ago, they had sent down her customized gown; at that time Jessica had made a move to reject it but Davis had countered the idea.

According to him, "It proves their sincerity and goodwill."

"Please, ma’am," the stylist said now, gesturing politely toward the seat they had prepared for her.

"You’ll wait a bit," Davis interrupted, his tone firm but calm. "She has to eat before you start."

The stylist and assistant exchanged quick glances before stepping back in silent compliance.

dishes. She ate with quiet gusto, while Davis remained beside her, phone in

mood; she had

Deborah had taken the tray away, Jessica returned for the stylist to

hands protectively over her baby bump as if shielding it from the chaos of the world, while

waves, admiring the natural lustre. "You’ll want it swept back to show

in the mirror as loose strands fell

brushed, humming under her breath. A delicate scent of hairspray filled

now seated nearby with his phone on the side table, occasionally glanced over, offering

of a brush across her cheeks, a soft natural shade on her lips, and her brow trimmed

on, giving her face the angelic touch. "Perfect," the stylist murmured, tilting

the gown was brought in, the stylist made a makeshift dressing room for

up as the stylist helped her into the dress. The soft fabric slid over her skin, cool and smooth, settling neatly

subtly concealing the true size of

removed the makeshift, revealing

light. There is no doubt he was

sparkling earrings to

curling her lips as she

walked over to her, pulling her into an embrace. "Thank you so much," she said, her

of his way to customize one for her and not just from anyone but from

beautiful,

chuckled. "Aren’t you afraid you might

over?"

teased

shoulders lightly "Well, she can’t

her

be going with you," he

shoes. Davis had carefully chosen the

herself one last time. The woman in the mirror looked calm and flawless but deep inside, her heart was already raced