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.

time for them to

time not as the Brown daughter

lady accepting a marriage proposal forced by necessity, goal, and

open for Davis to turn the

would change their stories of trial and trepidation to a more blissful union

Richard handling this task, Davis took on the role of a silent companion. His presence had gradually become part of

the company at nine, and by noon he was back at the hospital

he worked without saying much other than to chime in with a word of care or or stepping in to meet her needs before

time he did, Jessica's thoughts swirled. How does he know my habits

thought pressed against her aching temples as she tried to

early days, Jessica had always felt her space was invaded, but as the days

in the hospital, the doctor declared her fit

Jessica thought she would be returning to her mansion

as Davis

quietly in her ward, she dialed Richard's number, hoping to inform him to come over to the hospital

she was to return to her simple life at her house, but the thought of leaving the presence of Davis roused

the discharge process, he returned to the

around the ward, Jessica's eyes followed him, her

this

do I find this a

it wasn't in the

Then where?"

opposite. She carefully stepped down from the bed

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

He stiffened.

ease. She meant to tease him, but before she

okay? he asked after

arm loosening, a sense of loss washing over him, and his shoulders sagged as her soft footsteps echoed behind him as she

Davis sighed.

her, Jessica wasn't looking at him. Her eyes darted everywhere else. "Sorry, I didn't mean to… I just don't know what happened… I thought—" she faltered, fumbling for

might be lost, the emotional attachment and

her, bent down to