Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 179

Chapter 179: Hubby

The sun was already high in the sky when Jessica stirred from her sleep. Her hand patted the space beside her, and when she felt no one there, she slowly opened her eyes. She was right—no one was there.

Her stomach rumbled loudly. Shaking her head helplessly, she muttered, "Hungry. I wonder if there’s any breakfast downstairs."

She glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Davis or anyone else. Her ears perked up as she strained to hear if he was in the bathroom, but it was silent.

The bed was already cold—a clear sign that Davis had left a long time ago, she wondered where he had gone off to while she is still dozing in bed at such an odd hour. Rubbing her temples, she sighed. "At this rate, I’m definitely becoming lazy," she muttered to herself.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table. "Is that breakfast?" she murmured, a bright smile warming her lips. Swallowing hard, she pushed herself up toward the edge of the bed and her eyes widened, mouth watering at the sight of the simple breakfast.

She didn’t doubt that this was his doing. For a while now, Davis had taken over preparing her breakfast. Some adjustments had even been made to their room—it had been expanded to include a kitchenette, stocked with simple groceries to avoid his constant trips to the central kitchen.

Jessica doubted she’d ever be able to enjoy breakfast elsewhere without recalling the taste of his. It had slowly become familiar and comforting.

Though she never expected much from him, she felt genuinely happy whenever he did things like this. At some point, it had even become a quiet expectation. But this morning’s gesture was a surprise—he wasn’t around, and she hadn’t thought he’d prepare it before stepping out.

She lifted the cover slowly, revealing a mouthwatering, exquisite breakfast: toasted bread, sausages, scrambled eggs, and vegetables, with a flask of tea on the side. A sticky note was placed nearby: "Breakfast for you. Be back soon."

Looking at the breakfast and reading the note made her heart flutter. Without getting out of bed, she carefully carried the tray to herself, setting it down with her legs crossed beneath her. She poured the tea into a mug, her movements tender as she arranged the food.

She felt grateful he’d thought to put the tea in a flask to retain its warmth. Without a second thought, she dug into the meal. The taste was unique—she made a mental note to ask him for his recipe.

After the refreshing breakfast, she rubbed her stomach in contentment and slowly set aside the empty plates. Then, she picked up her phone intending on calling him.

A glance at the time on her phone made her gasp. Her shout tore through the silence of the room as she bolted from the bed, rushing toward the bathroom to shower and prepare for the business meeting she had at noon.

As she passed the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself. Her steps halted instantly. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thumped in her chest.

With slow, measured steps, she returned to the mirror and stared at her reflection. "Unbelievable," she whispered, slowly tracing her fingers over her neck, nape, and shoulders—hickeys were scattered across her fair skin.

Her shoulders slumped as she sat down, deep in thought. She scanned the dressing table, which had only a few items—she wasn’t a fan of heavy makeup.

"What do I conceal this with?" she murmured. After a while, she stood up, deciding to take her bath first and then figure things out.

After showering, she returned to the dressing table and applied several layers of concealer, hoping to hide most of the marks. For the rest, she decided to wear a turtleneck.

She combed her hair, then stepped into the closet and chose loose-fitting pants paired with a sleeveless brown turtleneck.

Just as she slipped on her shoes, she sighed in frustration. She had forgotten to pack her bags before taking a bath. It had almost become a routine that he is the one to pack her bag

"He didn’t know I’d be going out," she mumbled, beginning to organize her things.

The door clicked softly, and Davis entered. His gaze swept over her. "Going out?" he asked, his voice calm and gentle.

Jessica nodded, the frustration still visible on her face. Davis moved to her side and took the backpack from her.

"If I’d known, I would’ve packed it for you," he murmured.

"Thanks for the breakfast," she said with a smirk, a smile tugging at her lips.

Davis didn’t stop as he placed the last item into the bag. "All set. But where to?"

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