Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 419 419: Let your emotions guide you

With Jessica awake and still in the hospital for observation, Davis adjusted his schedule of work.

Though she had lost the memories of their days together, for Davis it didn't matter. He was ready to build a new one, he was ready to start all over again on a clean slate… this time not forced but with total willingness.

Yet, in this resolve, Davis had a challenge. There was a wide communication gap between them.

With Jessica's memory reverting to the events of two years before the time of the accident, Davis found himself at a crossroad on how to bridge the gap.

In those two years, he had no place in her life and no space in her heart.

That reality cut him deeply. The pain of being excluded now felt almost identical to the torment he endured while she was still asleep.

To put it mildly, she was present but unreachable.

For five days, Richard came by the hospital, spending a few hours each time to help her reacquaint herself with her present life.

He prepared several reports of major events, biographies of friends with details of how they met, and small notes about important circumstances carefully drawn out.

The intention was simple: perhaps these fragments would either trigger her memory to remember or at least ease the awkwardness her amnesia had created in her relationships

But none of these reports contained her marriage or her life with Davis for the two years they had spent.

Richard had been the one to compile everything and every detail, but he had deliberately erased Davis from the narrative.

Jessica eventually called him out on it. He only shrugged. "I can't do anything about that. Your relationship with him has always been private and personal. I might have known a little, but I think it's best if you meet him again on your own terms." His lips curved into a smirk.

Jessica was furious. "Richard, the last time I checked you're still my…"

He didn't let her finish. "Jess, you married Davis. I'm just your sworn brother. I hope you rediscover your husband, not through papers or my words, but through yourself."

His answer silenced her, though inside she burned. For Richard, though, this was deliberate.

He wanted Jessica to recover her memories naturally, but even more, he wanted her to rediscover her husband without anyone else's influence, without reviews, without reports just by heart.

for them to meet each

the Brown daughter with

not a lady accepting a marriage proposal forced by

Davis to turn the table around

wife properly and create fresh memories that would change their stories of trial and trepidation to a more blissful

took on the role of a silent companion. His

in the morning, brought her breakfast at eight, returned to the company at nine, and

in to meet her needs before she voiced them; an action that

my habits so well? But then

to recall even a sliver of their life

invaded, but as the days went on, she came to accept his presence as her anchor

about ten days in the hospital, the doctor declared her fit and

be returning to her mansion at her

her heart racing as Davis carefully handled her discharge

dialed Richard's number, hoping to inform him to come over to the hospital to

but the thought of leaving the

returned to the ward and

around the ward, Jessica's eyes followed him, her heart racing with

does this

find

seems it wasn't in

Then where?"

with questions, her body did the opposite. She carefully stepped down from

engrossed in his thoughts while his hand worked seriously and his heart swarmed with uncertainties when he felt an arm snake

He stiffened.

reaction, strangely amused and inexplicably at ease. She meant to tease him, but

you okay? he asked

next, he felt the arm loosening, a sense of loss washing over him, and his shoulders sagged as her soft footsteps echoed behind him as she walked back

Davis sighed.

turned around to face her, Jessica wasn't looking at him. Her eyes darted everywhere else. "Sorry, I didn't mean to… I just don't

Though memories might be lost, the emotional attachment

over to her, bent down to meet her gaze. "Why do