Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201: I owe Madam a gift...

A few hours later, Jessica, worn out from everything, finally drifted off to sleep. Her breathing was steady, and the lines of stress on her face slowly faded.

Davis took a moment to look at her peaceful form. His eyes lingered for a moment longer, filled with a soft gratitude.

Davis checked on her quietly, making sure she was comfortable. Gently, he pulled the duvet up to cover her properly so she could feel warm.

Gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before leaving the room. He turned away, careful not to disturb her, and walked over to his wheelchair.

Dragging his tired body, he settled into his wheelchair. and slowly pushed himself down the hallway toward Ethan’s cabin. The hallway was dim, lit only by the cabin lights. When he got there, he paused and knocked lightly.

Ethan opened the door clearly surprised to see him at his door.

"Boss?" he whispered.

Davis nodded once and he stepped aside, letting him in without a word. Once Davis was inside, Ethan shut the door again and returned to the desk where he had been working.

"How’s everything going?" Davis asked, wheeling himself closer. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it’s not going to be easy. But I’m doing my best," he said.

"What are the areas of difficulty?" Davis asked, his head already spinning with calculations..

"The problem is, Desmond didn’t just shut down the project—he also made the workers leave. They lost interest because of how badly he treated them." Ethan answered, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

Davis nodded slowly. "It’s okay. As long as Mr. Stan is still willing to try again, we have hope. We’ll call a board meeting with the key people involved and explain things properly. As business minded people, their interest will definitely align besides some still held on to the shares and stocks of this group."

"On arrival?" He asked, his gaze on him.

Ethan gave a small shrug and nodded again "Mr. Stan will be at the airport to meet us. And the hotel arrangements had also been taken care of.

Davis was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the floor in contemplation. "There’s one more thing," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan turned to him, waiting for instructions. But instead of saying something, Davis did something unexpected.

He backed his wheelchair away slowly, placed his hands on the armrests, and then—carefully—stood up.

Ethan blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. Davis took a few steady steps forward before sitting back down in the wheelchair.

Ethan stood frozen for a second, eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open. Then he rubbed his eyes. "Did I just see that?" he muttered.

To be sure, he pinched himself. "Ouch... it hurts. So I’m not dreaming."

He rushed over, heart pounding, and crouched beside Davis, placing a hand gently on his knee. "You can stand? You can walk now?" he asked, his voice shaking with happiness.

Davis gave a small nod. He had wanted to keep it a surprise. As much as he appreciated his wife Jessica for everything, he couldn’t forget what Ethan had done for him either.

Ethan had stayed, even when Davis had been at his worst and his temper terrible to condone. He never walked away. When Davis had no strength left, Ethan had quietly taken care of the responsibilities he could manage.

Ethan felt his throat tighten. "I..." he struggled to find words, overwhelmed by emotion. "Can... can you do it again? Just once more. Please." Ethan asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

He had always admired Davis—his height, his strength, his presence. And now, to see him standing again—it meant everything.

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