Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 426 426: Ways to win her heart again...

Davis arrived at the Allen Group with a rare smile dancing on his lips. With a clipped tone, he responded to the staff that greeted him—leaving them stunned.

It wouldn't be wrong to say that Davis had turned into a gloomy and brooding CEO since his return from the summit, so to see him in such a mood was nothing short of astonishing.

With long strides, he entered his office, already certain that countless documents were waiting for his attention.

Settling behind his desk, he powered on his computer just as Ethan stepped inside with a neat stack of files.

"There are some changes made to the cost of production since the fourth production line had a problem," Ethan reported carefully.

"Shouldn't you contact Richard to handle that, it had always been part of their work since the signing of that contract?" Davis asked with furrowed brows.

"I already tried but he mentioned Madam or you would have to approve the changes."

Davis rubbed his forehead with a soft sigh. "Alright, drop the files. I'll inform you when I've made the approval—and tell the design department to prepare for an emergency meeting by one."

Ethan nodded and left his office after he signed a few of the files in his hands.

The silence that followed lasted only a moment before a soft smile tugged at Davis's lips, as if sparked by a memory.

He set the pen on the desk and picked up his phone. Leaning back in his chair, his thoughts swirled restlessly, but more prominent was the fact he wanted to rebuild his relationship again.

This time, he hoped it wouldn't be born of shared pressures or forced circumstances but of his own efforts—his determination to pursue his wife as a man should.

Yet a nagging thought kept pricking at him. Could her memory loss be tied to the fact that their life together hadn't started with bliss but with pain, with challenges and with responsibilities?

Recalling the image of the lady fleeing last night, her dumbstruck and blushing face this morning, his determination burned brighter.

He will pursue, woo, win and make her heart melt again while rewriting the painful memories with the beautiful ones.

Taking a steadying breath, Davis unlocked his phone, opened his browser, and typed: how to win my woman's heart.

Within seconds, suggestions filled the screen:

Give unexpected, thoughtful gifts. Not just any gift will do.

when she's having a bad

scavenger hunt

her something with

Cook her dinner.

Write her letters.

a playlist

her advice and

carefully. At some, he frowned; at

surface, yet he knew it was deeper than words and each

to the time they lived in her mansion, he had been able to prepare her breakfast

this a try sometime in the future."

suggestions weren't enough to work with. He typed again:

exploded with more

Compliment and respect her.

and hug her in

how you

her splurge on something

the lights at night

Pack her lunch.

all out

to her in

Adopt the 2-2-2 rule.

and engrossed himself into reading every detail of this rule. By the time he finished, guilt pricked hard

had traveled together a few times, yes—but it had always been for business: reviving closed companies, signing new contracts, or

he had

his gaze to the rest of the suggestion and

scrolled further, a response caught his attention: "Plan a

"Romantic date". He couldn't help but

I never have thought of something so

guilt tugged so hard on my

consumed with duty and redemption that I'd

clicked on the article, various ideas