Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 373: Julian’s arrival 1

Towards Donald, Davis nodded subtly in greeting.

Donald had been standing beside his mother ever since she had left her room, his lips curved in a warm, constant smile..

At the sound of Davis’ voice, Lady Matilda pulled slightly away from Jessica and turned toward him. Her expression brightened, her gaze softening.

"Thank you very much for taking such good care of her," she said warmly, sincerity and gratitude laced into every syllable.

Davis returned a small nod. "That’s what I should do."

A glance over his shoulder brought Ethan forward, carrying a neatly wrapped box. Davis accepted it, then stepped forward and extended it with both hands.

"Congratulations on finding your granddaughter. I hope you remain healthy enough to care for her for many more years," he said evenly.

Donald moved quickly to take the gift, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. Lady Matilda’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she watched him hand over the gift to Donald.

"You didn’t have to go this far," she murmured, smiling through the emotion. "I’m already grateful just knowing she’s in good hands."

Davis shook his head lightly "It is just tonics and supplements," Davis replied, shaking his head gently. "Nothing extravagant."

Jessica eased back from Lady Matilda, her eyes lifting to meet her husband’s. Her smile bloomed softly. "Hubby... thank you."

The week had been exhausting for him with meetings, travel, and unexpected events and yet he had remembered details she herself hadn’t considered.

The thought left her both touched and quietly ashamed; though she had come in the car with him, it had never crossed her mind to prepare a gift for Lady Matilda.

She was beautifully unaware and she hadn’t even thought of it until now.

"Even supplements and tonics aren’t easy to come by," Lady Matilda said, turning to her son. "I hope you keep this carefully."

Donald nodded and passed the box to his assistant for safekeeping, mindful that with so many guests, misplacing it would be far too easy.

A few metres away, clusters of guests watched the exchange with thinly veiled curiosity as they tried to guess the relationships between them.

Their murmurs rippled through the air, as if gossips were the evening’s true entertainment.

being cold and expressionless, seeing him so respectful and

is... off?" one guest

"What do you mean?"

Davis and

"That means nothing."

that. Without a close connection, do you

so plenty

do I see traces of her

"You’re suggesting they’re related?"

"Just my suspicion."

"That’s impossible."

she just came out to welcome Davis because

front, Lady Matilda’s eyes narrowed

she had called for this banquet to welcome her granddaughter home in a grand manner, yet her years of

had learnt to live

she had chosen not to reveal Jessica’s identity outright. A vague introduction brought

not to take photographs as an extra precaution

was simple: she didn’t want to thrust her granddaughter into the unforgiving and scrutinizing glare of the

peaceful life disrupted in

in first," she said,

hand as they moved forward, but the next moment, they halted in their footsteps as the noises from outside

She took a deep breath. "I will be right back,"

cars glided to a stop at the edge of the red carpet. From the first, an assistant stepped out briskly; from

figure alighting from the car in a slow, measured pace. His actions

was dressed in a pristine, custom navy suit, a sky-blue shirt, and a navy-and-white

body frame alighting the car Fully alighted from the car, a tall young man

were sharply defined and distinctive: a straight, patrician nose, onyx-gold flecked eyes as cold as winter, and

lightly like a lullaby;

breath, he took

gathered crowd erupted

young man... whose son do you think

I just