Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: Are you ready?

At Jessica’s mansion, the atmosphere was tense following the reports Terry had just delivered.

Jessica remained silent for a moment, deep in contemplation. But then, Davis’s voice cut through the air with sharp decisiveness and brutality.

"Terry, run a background check on the Bradley family and keep a close watch on their movements as well ," he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative.

"Also, investigate the sons of the Bradley family. Take note of their weaknesses—we’ll find a way to use them to our advantage."

Jessica’s head snapped toward him, surprise flickering in her eyes. For the first time since their marriage, Davis was taking the lead, giving instructions with an air of command. His aura imposing,

and his presence undeniable.

Her heart leaped with joy at the change. Perhaps, in the near future, he would truly take charge of their affairs. But she suppressed her features, not letting her emotions show. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

Following his lead, she added, "Tell our people in the marketing and accounting departments of the group to forward the last quarter’s reports."

Terry nodded in understanding. After a brief discussion, he took his leave.

Jessica’s gaze drifted back to Davis, her expression laced with appreciation. He noticed her look and raised a brow inquisitively. "What? Have I suddenly become more handsome?" he smirked.

Jessica feigned contemplation, tilting her head. "Not exactly. I just think you looked quite attractive while making those decisive commands."

Davis chuckled, pleased with her response. The past few days had been surprisingly blissful for him. It seemed the attack had, in an unexpected way, given him a fresh start away from the preying eyes of friends and foes.

"Alright, Can we focus on something more productive?" she teased.

Davis leaned forward, his gaze turning mischievous. "Something more productive... like what?" he drawled, his voice laced with suggestion.

Jessica felt heat creep up her cheeks, flustered by his insinuation.

"Davis Allen! Can you be serious for once?" she huffed, struggling to suppress her embarrassment. "I was talking about your therapy. What exactly is running through that head of yours all day?"

Davis chuckled, but he nodded in agreement, allowing her to shift the focus back to what truly mattered—his recovery.

Jessica swiftly exited the room to prepare the necessary equipment and medication for Davis’s therapy.

As the door closed behind her, Davis’s gaze lingered on it for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh.

Last night, Jessica had meticulously explained the various stages of his treatment process and what he should expect.

The treatment would focus on three key aspects—medical, physical, and psychological therapy—all carefully integrated.

It would also be conducted in structured phases, approximately five to six in total, each designed to gradually restore his mobility and strength.

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He had never imagined himself in such a situation, dependent on therapy to regain what had once been natural to him.

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