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 mood; she had felt most of the burden lifted off

tray away, Jessica returned for the stylist to begin

protectively over her baby bump as if shielding it from the

start with your hair," the woman murmured, her fingers combing through Jessica’s soft waves, admiring the natural lustre. "You’ll want it swept back

small nod, watching in the mirror as loose strands fell

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

the side table, occasionally glanced over, offering

brush across her cheeks, a soft natural shade on her lips, and her brow trimmed and carefully lined left

and soft to work on, giving her face the angelic touch. "Perfect," the stylist

the stylist made a

helped her into the dress. The soft

subtly concealing the true

removed the makeshift, revealing an elegant yet feminine

There is no doubt he was happy. "Beautiful," he

stylist carefully fastened a pair of sparkling earrings to Jessica’s ears.

studied the intricate weaving and designing, a soft smile curling her lips as she glanced at the man seated not

stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into an embrace. "Thank you so

had sent over a gown, he had also gone out of his way to customize one for

beautiful,

you afraid you might lose

over?"

Jessica teased

lightly "Well, she can’t

her head

be going with you,"

her shoes. Davis had carefully chosen the shoes, considering several factors: the softness,

time. The woman in the mirror looked calm and flawless but deep inside, her heart