Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 131

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Chapter 131: Let me fill that space...

With Jessica’s steady warmth and calm presence, Davis slowly pulled himself back together. His breathing evened out, and the storm of emotions swirling inside him began to settle.

"Sometimes, you just need to let it all out, you know," Jessica said gently, her voice soft and soothing.

She didn’t push him to talk about what had happened. She understood that whatever could break Davis down like this had to come from deep within—something tied to his past, something painful. Over the past year of living together, they had faced their fair share of ups and downs—arguments, miscommunications, even moments of frustration. But never had he allowed himself to break open like this. Tonight was different.

"I’m sorry," Davis said quietly, his voice husky as he pulled her into a firm embrace. "I didn’t mean to disturb your night." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Jessica rested her head against his chest, her fingers gently tracing small circles on his back. "Well, you did disturb my peaceful sleep," she teased, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "And you’ll have to make it up to me."

Davis let out a soft laugh, a genuine one that melted away some of the heaviness still clinging to his heart. Her playful tone and comforting presence made the moment easier to bear.

He tightened his arms around her as if drawing strength from her nearness. The warmth of her body began to soothe the cold emptiness he had carried for years.

Looking down at her, Davis pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her lips—a silent promise, an unspoken thank you.

"Thank you," he whispered against her lips.

Jessica looked up and smiled, not needing any explanation. For now, her comfort was enough. They didn’t need words. Just the quiet closeness of each other, wrapped in the safety of that moment, was more than enough.

~Next day~

Despite having her sleep interrupted in the middle of the night by Davis’s emotional breakdown, Jessica woke up earlier than usual. She turned slightly and found Davis still asleep beside her. His face looked calm and peaceful, a stark contrast to the tears and pain he had shown just a few hours ago.

She stared at him quietly for a moment, unable to take her eyes off his godlike, handsome face. In that still moment, she thought to herself how blessed she was. What was supposed to be a forced, pitiful marriage had turned out to be one of the greatest gifts of her life.

With a small smile, she reached out and gently traced the lines of his face—his brows, the shape of his nose, the curve of his jaw—as if she was trying to memorize every detail. Her fingers moved slowly and carefully, as though he were a precious sculpture.

"You’re really dangerous," she murmured softly to herself. "When you stand on your feet again, I might have to change your face just to keep you all to myself."

She chuckled lightly at her own words and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. Just as she tried to gently pull herself out of his arms, a warm hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back into his chest.

Startled, she looked up. Davis’s eyes were slightly open now, a playful glint in them. "What kind of face would you give me then?" he asked, his voice low and teasing, his lips brushing against her ear.

Jessica gasped slightly, her body tingling from the whisper, and her cheeks turned bright red. She hadn’t expected him to be awake.

Almost as if he could read her mind, Davis smirked. "I wasn’t awake at first, but your seductive little touch woke me up. And I feel lucky to have heard those sweet words. Should I call that a confession?"