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.

and expressionless, seeing him so respectful and measured toward the Santiagos’ matriarch

something is... off?"

"What do you mean?"

hear Davis and his wife call

"That means nothing."

can’t honestly believe that. Without a close connection, do

anyone’s grandmother, so plenty of people probably address her

Why do I see traces

"You’re suggesting they’re related?"

"Just my suspicion."

"That’s impossible."

welcome Davis because

eyes narrowed slightly as the murmurs

banquet to welcome her granddaughter home in a grand manner, yet

had learnt to live discreetly

Jessica’s identity outright. A

been instructed not to take photographs as an

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

disrupted in

go in first," she said, turning to

but the next moment, they halted in their footsteps as the noises from outside the hall drew their

eyes narrowed slightly. She took a deep breath. "I will be right back," she murmured as she walked towards

glided to a stop at the edge of the red carpet. From the first, an

a tall figure alighting

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

well-polished shoe stepped down first, followed by a body frame alighting the car Fully alighted from the car,

a straight, patrician nose, onyx-gold flecked eyes as

slow and quiet, as it fanned his face lightly like a lullaby; his skin felt cool for the moment. A wave of relief washed over

a deep breath, he took a step

crowd erupted

handsome young man... whose son do you

just fell in