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;

knowing what

Who to believe

what to be wary of. Jessica had never felt a frustrating

sweet or bitter memory, not recalling them shouldn't be a situation one

where the attendants had

that attracted you to that

it might help her, or give her a breakthrough into recalling what

frustration etched across her face threatening to drown her. she closed her eyes hoping to hold

further.

"Sure." Jessica clipped.

made their way out of

won't be running into the reporters this time,"

also at this moment

busy wondering about the buyer of the necklace," Richard replied with a

Hall, the cool night washed over, calming

glance, she walked over to her car

voice called softly and

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

was you," Julian admitted, glancing around. "You

was close by especially after he splurged such amount of money over that piece of

for Davis or inform her he was in the auction hall, but

he decided against

without offering a

found herself at a loss matching Julian's enthusiasm anytime they'd

subconscious never abhorred his presence, but then she found her zeal not

your attention?" She asked, hoping to divert

would have called, but since you're here…" He

before

thought, no clear recall of the last time she really

"Alright," she chimed.

and send me a text." She clipped. "I've to run along now. Been out for a long

while he silently watched the car pull away from the auction

had her

a report…of everything before my accident…during, after and possibly any other information

"Are… you trying to…"

she interrupted, her voice cold

get any of these reports without Davis and the doctor's

memory loss, the Dean had advised not forcing due

had agreed to the advice for fear of whatever