Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 427 427: Inf

With Davis out of the house, Jessica took her time to explore the estate. Though the surroundings were familiar, she felt the need to reacquaint herself with every corner as if seeing it for the first time.

While she toured the compound, Deborah kept her company and in a calm and steady voice she explained a few details of the estate to her–including areas where she made a few changes herself.

After the tour, Jessica returned to her room, took a refreshing bath, and enjoyed a warm brunch.

Her new phone had been restored with her files, and the sight of pending orders waiting to be attended to gave her a strange sense of normalcy.

She had barely powered on her laptop when her phone buzzed, slicing through the silence of the study. She picked it up with a soft sigh.

"Richard," she murmured softly.

"Are you up?" his voice flowed through the speaker, a teasing tone in his voice.

Jessica scoffed. "Who stays in bed at eleven?"

Richard chuckled at the memory of her pregnancy days. Jessica would always tell him to handle every task either she was sleepy, or she was tired, and other times she was putting some people in their place.

Her calm voice brought him back to the present. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Jessica's calm voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"The Clarence auction comes up tonight," he said.

Jessica's hand tightened over the phone before releasing.

"What are the items available?"

"I guess we have to take a trip to find out. Though, I have already sent a few of them to your mail." Richard's calm voice slithered through the phone.

"Alright, pick me up at eight tonight."

"Shouldn't you inform Davis of your intention of going to the auction?" Richard probed.

"I will inform him. Besides, my purpose of going to the auction is business related, and I believe he isn't unreasonable not to understand." Her lips curled with a smirk.

reaction when she told him. Maybe he'd say: You're

rolled her

subject. "How are you coping with the

can't believe I woke up to find myself a mother to

I missed your welcome dinner. Davis informed me but…" His

fine. Honestly, it probably

about the auction, exchanged

chair, her gaze drifting into the distance in

of jewelry, and Clarence House now seemed to be her last

futile trip

~Julian's estate~

lost in thought. Maxwell walked up behind, his composure respectful. "Sir, the auction is tonight. Are you still

to meet his gaze.

swallowed hard. He handed over his tablet to

be displayed. What should I

studied the items carefully, his lips curling up lightly. "She deserves the best. Let's go for this," he said as he zoomed in on

and turned around to leave when Julian's voice echoed behind him again.

responded

smirked. Maxwell nodded and left to

a deep breath as he walked back to his chair and settled down, his thoughts swirling. Just then his phone rang, breaking through the

glance at the screen softened his sharp features. The name "Grandma" flashed across. He answered with rare

Matilda's voice soft and gentle came through the speaker, flowing like warm water. "How are you

the voices he had grown

had to remind him of duties, responsibilities, family name, and

voice felt both refreshing and relieving probably it wouldn't be wrong to say

answered, though the word felt hollow, not quite sure if that

faring by anyone but rather had grown only to receive

it was a project to be secured, and

his

grown accustomed to her call waking him up every

his breakfast or lunch, and at other times she had the chef deliver his meal

why he hadn't met her