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.

a simple tray of dishes. She ate with quiet gusto, while Davis remained beside her, phone in hand, tapping away as he handled work

in elevating her mood; she had felt most

she’d finished and Deborah had taken the tray away, Jessica returned for the stylist to begin

cushioned chair, folding her hands protectively over her baby bump as if shielding it from the chaos of the world, while the stylist moved with practiced

waves, admiring

the mirror as loose strands fell

breath. A

seated nearby with his phone on the side table, occasionally glanced over, offering suggestions with a measured

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

soft to work on, giving her face the angelic touch. "Perfect," the stylist murmured, tilting Jessica’s chin

the stylist made a makeshift dressing room for Jessica to put on

the dress. The soft fabric slid

draped over her belly, subtly concealing the true

the makeshift, revealing

is no

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

the intricate weaving and designing, a soft smile curling her lips as

him, Davis slowly stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into an embrace. "Thank you so much," she said, her

Santiago family had sent over a gown, he had also gone out of his way to customize one for her and not

beautiful, that’s worth

chuckled. "Aren’t you afraid you might lose your

to buy over?" He smirked with

confident?" Jessica teased with raised

"Well, she can’t

shook her

will still be going with you,"

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

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