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Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103: Missing 1

Richard glanced at the duo briefly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Fate had its own way of weaving people together.

Despite the years of been apart, they had unknownly married to each. "Without another word, he turned and gently clicked the door shut behind him.

He believes that after the discovery, they had a lot to talk about and staying back, he becomes a third wheel.

With Richard exiting the hall, silence settled between them. Davis stared at Jessica with an intensity that made her heartbeat falter for a moment.

He still couldn’t believe the extent to which she had gone to shield him, to protect him—even at the risk of her own life. Moved beyond words, he wheeled himself toward her, his fingers reaching for her hand with the utmost care, as though she might shatter under the slightest pressure.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was thick with emotion, his gaze tender and searching.

Jessica glanced at their joined hands before meeting his eyes. "Not really," she replied softly. "The injuries aren’t much and will heal soon with proper medication. Besides, I’m still the one providing the treatment."

Davis swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he watched her. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his emotions an overwhelming force within him.

Jessica found herself staring at him too, her mind drifting back to the terrifying moment of the attack.

She had narrowly escaped death. She was well aware of her own strength, but it had been a long time since she’d been pushed to such limits.

The pursuit had been relentless, more intense than she had anticipated. But what had unsettled her the most was that she hadn’t cared about the risk—her only concern had been Davis.

She had thrown caution to the wind, something she never did. But why?Jessica quickly pushed the thought away.

Sensing his unwavering gaze on her, she looked up, only to find herself trapped in the storm of emotions swirling in his deep eyes.

Davis studied her, memorizing every detail of her poised yet breathtakingly fragile expression.

She was composed, strong, yet undeniably beautiful. His breath hitched slightly, and as the weight of everything he had just uncovered crashed down on him, his chest tightened.

Not wanting to dwell on the moment, Jessica stood up smoothly, walking behind his wheelchair. Without a word, she began pushing him toward his room, knowing he had yet to be properly shown around the house.

After several turns down the lavishly decorated corridors, she stopped in front of a grand, magnificent door and pulled out a set of keys from her pocket and with ease, she unlocked it.

As the door swung open, a flood of warm golden light spilled into the space, illuminating the luxurious room beyond.

Davis wheeled himself in, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he took in the little details—the furnishings, the elegant and simple décor, with the subtle personal touches that brings the room to life.

Without a second thought, he reached back and lightly pushed the door, letting it click shut behind them.

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