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.

seeing him so

something is...

"What do you mean?"

and his

"That means nothing."

Without a close connection, do you think Davis Allen would use

enough to be anyone’s grandmother, so plenty of people probably address

Why do I see traces

"You’re suggesting they’re related?"

"Just my suspicion."

"That’s impossible."

out to welcome Davis because of his family’s

Lady Matilda’s eyes narrowed slightly as the

granddaughter home in a grand manner, yet her years of navigating

had learnt to

to reveal Jessica’s identity outright. A vague

photographs as an extra precaution to shield Jessica from

old lady’s reasoning was simple: she didn’t want to thrust her granddaughter into the unforgiving and

want Jessica’s peaceful life disrupted in any form or by

first," she said, turning to lead

held Jessica’s hand as they moved forward, but the next moment, they halted in their footsteps as the noises from outside the hall drew their

will be right back," she murmured as she walked towards

the edge of the red carpet. From the first, an assistant stepped out briskly; from the second, a uniformed guard emerged to

leather shoe touched the ground first, followed by a tall figure alighting from

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

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

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

his face lightly like a lullaby; his skin felt cool for the moment.

deep breath, he

crowd erupted

man... whose

just fell