Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 431 431: Give you the stars if you asked...

With the auction coming to an end, the hall erupted in murmurs. Everyone was anxious to find out the identity of the person bold enough to buy a necklace at a whopping sum of ten million dollars without batting an eyelid.

From the seriousness of the bid, they were certain he would have continued to bid even if it was more than ten million.

While they couldn't help being anxious about the identity, they had a few guesses in mind.

In a moment, flashes of cameras erupted as the attendants carefully lifted the velvet bust and secured the necklace into a glass case, preparing to deliver it to the winning cubicle.

But no matter how hard the crowd craned their necks, the buyer's identity remained shrouded in mystery.

In Davis's cubicle, with the gavel declaring him winning bid, he sighed with relief.

His face brimmed with smiles of victory as though he had just signed a trillion-dollar contract rather than lost money. In his heart, he had undoubtedly achieved an undeniable feat.

"Arrange for it to be delivered" he instructed calmly "and confirm it properly to see it wasn't tampered with."

Though the Clarence House had always been known for its reputation, yet he wouldn't want any mishap or risk any form of damage due to handling.

"Yes sir," Ethan answered. He turned around and made his way out of the cubicle to handle the task.

Davis pulled out his phone. There wasn't any reply to the text he sent previously about his late night and no calls. His brow furrowed with worry.

Meanwhile, inside Jessica's cubicle, silence reigned. Her head still throbbed faintly, though the intensity of the earlier storm had eased.

She rubbed her temple, steadying her breath. Richard sat close beside her, still studying her pale face, his worry etched deep across his face.

"You almost scared me," he said quietly.

Jessica gave a weak smile. "I scared myself. It was like… something trying to break through. But I still couldn't remember anything… even after the pain." She sighed in frustration and helplessness.

After a brief explanation from Richard, she had been able to make a few deductions about the situations and what she experienced.

She felt frustration gnawing at her. She really wanted to remember everything…her marriage, her past, every moment she had lost and how far she had gone.

Subconsciously, it felt like those memories were what she had always longed for, was what she ever wanted. Yet her conscious mind warned her otherwise.

Though everyone had told her, "Take it easy, you will build a new memory together."

But none of them knew what it meant to dangle in a void. None of them understood the ache of a missing piece of one's soul.

None of the speaker had ever experienced to know how it felt;

what to

Who to believe

Jessica had never felt a frustrating

them shouldn't be

door where the attendants had passed moments ago, carrying away the

head hesitantly. "What was it that attracted you to that piece?"

her a breakthrough into recalling what she had

her face threatening to drown her. she closed her eyes hoping to hold herself

but didn't press further. "Let's go,

"Sure." Jessica clipped.

their way out of

into the reporters

avoided them earlier and also at this moment she doesn't have the

the buyer of

of the Grand Hall, the cool

second glance, she walked over to her car when

called softly and

halted in their actions, slowly they turned around and their gaze settled on Julian who was striding over to them

you," Julian admitted, glancing around. "You

close by especially

her for Davis or inform her he was

thought, he decided

nodded without offering

loss matching Julian's enthusiasm anytime they'd

his presence,

asked, hoping to

I would have called, but since you're

fate hadn't let him truly meet this sister and establish a beautiful reunion before everything was reverted back to the beginning, he still

thought, no clear recall of the last time she

"Alright," she chimed.

text." She clipped. "I've to run

the car while he silently watched the

her head on the

and possibly any other information that would be

stiffened, his breath caught. "Are…

the crap," she interrupted, her voice cold

He couldn't get any of these reports without Davis

up with memory loss, the Dean

to the advice