Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 189

Chapter 189: A new beginning...

After the therapy session, an encounter that had transcended into a heartfelt expression of gratitude and unspoken promises between Jessica and Davis for a future filled with hope and love.

They sat down for breakfast. Davis, feeling lighter than he had in a long time, reheated the meal which had turned cold due to the therapy taking longer than they had expected.

After eating, Davis picked up the share transfer documents he scrutinized and studied them carefully, his expression composed, before handing them back to her. "Keep it with you," he said, his gaze steady, laced with unwavering trust.

To Davis, it didn’t matter who physically held the papers. What mattered was trust—and he trusted her more than anyone else.

Jessica stared at him in astonishment, her heart swirling with thoughts. Although she had anticipated and imagined several reactions from him, she hadn’t foreseen him returning such a critical document without a second thought.

Her heart trembled slightly. After a brief hesitation, she accepted the documents and tucked it away to the safe she retrieved it from.

Davis leaned back and closed his eyes in a brief thought. When he opened them, they were filled with a sharp, fierce light of determination to turn the tables around.

There was no more time to waste.

Too much had been taken from him. He had been betrayed by his close kins. The recollection of Desmond’s face flashing through his mind made his expression turned ice-cold.

Desmond had laughed at his predicament, taunted him at his lowest point. He had stolen his hard work, his dreams, and trampled on them like dirt.

Now, it is time to make him pay. He would tear everything Desmond loved apart, piece by piece. The power he is craving for, he will take away.

""Babe, I’ll be going out shortly," he said, his voice steady and calm.

Jessica glanced up from her designs. "Do you need help?" she asked softly, her voice laced with concern.

Though Davis had remained attentive and affectionate towards her. She had noticed the subtle changes in his composure an undeniable transformation had taken root—stronger, colder, more dangerous.

"Not particularly. Except for one thing," he said, a smirk lifting the corner of his mouth.

Jessica set down her pencil, giving him her full attention, her concern palpable.

"What is it?"

Seeing her seriousness, Davis’s heart softened momentarily. A warm smile graced his lips. "Don’t overwork yourself. Take care of yourself, alright?" he said, his tone gentle yet laced with seriousness.

He had come to know she is a workaholic, as long as there is work to do she doesn’t care about herself.

"Davis Allen!" Jessica shrieked in mock outrage, she didn’t expect that after all her focused concern, this was his request.

Shouldn’t he have said that earlier? She thought he was going to say something serious!

"What did you just call me?" He teased his brow raised. "Isn’t that address wrong? Have you forgotten?" He concluded.

Jessica met his gaze with a pointed glare.

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