Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Can you always remember me?

Jessica made her way back to the bedroom and, without stopping, entered the bathroom for a quick shower. She needed to rinse off the sweat that was already drying on her skin and beginning to stick to her.

With the water running down her body, she contemplated her actions, a sigh escaping her lips. She didn’t like it—she had never expected Davis to take over her emotions so easily.

She couldn’t remember the last time she had lost her temper like that, resorting to the sandbag just to bring herself back under control. It had always been one of her weakest points. When angry, she could raze down a building without remorse.

Because of that, she had always distanced herself from anything that could provoke her. It had taken not just days, but years, to develop ways of calming her temper. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Davis, Davis... sorry, but I have to admit—you’re my wolfsbane," she muttered to herself.

Just as she stepped out of the bathroom, Davis pushed open the door. She glanced at him briefly. Having calmed down, she was now more composed.

She settled in front of the dressing table and picked up the hair dryer.

"Can I help you?" he asked tentatively, his voice low. He dared not provoke her again and risk facing the wrath of Ares.

Jessica’s hand paused briefly before she handed him the dryer and moved to a lower seat to allow him to dry her hair comfortably.

"Are you still angry?" he asked as his hands worked gently through her hair.

"It doesn’t matter," she replied.

Davis nodded slightly. "Maybe you can give me a chance to explain?"

Jessica remained silent. Davis took it as a cue to continue.

"I only thought it would be more beneficial to try out the leg movements in bits—to improve flexibility."

"I understand. But you overdid it. For crying out loud, it’s only been four months since the treatment began, and you’re already expecting it to heal completely," she said, her voice calmer but firm.

"I understand," he answered sincerely. He felt his heart settle after explaining. Maybe he had been too anxious, too eager, but her rule was clear: Don’t overexert. He would continue, but with caution.

Jessica sighed. She had already expended the energy she’d restored during the car ride.

A soft knock came at the door.

"Come in," Davis called out.

"Who is it?" Jessica asked.

"The maid—with our dinner," he replied. On his way back from the gym, he had stopped to request their meal be brought up, knowing how exhausted she might be to go down for dinner.

After changing into her nightwear, Jessica calmly arranged the dinner that had been brought in. They ate in silence, neither needing to speak, before retiring for the night.

Later, as Davis gathered her into his arms, he felt her restlessness—her uneven breathing and continuous sighs. An attitude she exhibited only when something troubled her deeply.

"What’s wrong? Why so restless?" he asked, his concern clear. He shifted slightly, resting his head against the headboard.

"The Santiagos," she muttered.

Davis’s brow furrowed. "What about them?"

Jessica took a deep breath before beginning to narrate her encounter at the hospital and the overwhelming feelings she had about their situation.

Davis fell into thought. It wasn’t the first time she had expressed concerns about them. Time and again, he’d seen her grow anxious over the Santiagos.

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