Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: Check in...

Stan quickly gathered himself, trying not to look too nervous as he gestured toward the parking lot. "The car’s this way, Sir, Madam."

Jessica gave a small nod and walked beside Davis, who wheeled himself forward with ease. Ethan followed closely, carrying the lighter bags while the airport staff assisted with the rest.

The black executive SUV waiting outside had its window tinted and a smooth shine that caught the morning sun. Stan rushed ahead to open the back door.

"Please, this way," he said respectfully.

Jessica helped Davis into the back seat. As she leaned in to adjust his seatbelt, then climbed in beside him.

Davis pulled closer into his embrace "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice and gaze gently resting on her.

"I’m fine," she said softly, brushing his hair back. "You should rest for a while."

Once everyone was in, Stan took the driver’s seat. As he pulled out of the airport, silence filled the car, but it wasn’t awkward. It was calm, focused—with everyone dealing with their own thoughts.

With Jessica in his arms, Davis rested his head on the arm rest, his eyes closed yet memories of how he had established the Noveira branch.

Stan occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror. He still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that Davis Allen was not only alive but sitting right behind him.

And his wife? She had the kind of quiet confidence that made everyone sit up straighter. He had so many questions yet there was no one to give a proper answer.

He sighed lightly, "A handsome man and a beautiful woman is really an excellent combination, a match made in heaven." He mused.

Half an hour later, the SUV pulled into the driveway of Noveria Grand Suites—a luxurious but discreet hotel in the heart of the city.

Its structure screams of elegance. Its environment is serene. Known for its high security and privacy, perfect for VIP guests. It was a perfect spot for the trio.

Two doormen rushed forward to open the car doors as it rolled to a stop. Jessica stepped out first. She bent toward the car to help pick her handbag. Then, with Ethan’s help, Davis got out, smoothly transitioning back into his wheelchair.

"Welcome to Noveria Grand Suites," the hotel manager said, bowing slightly as he came to greet them. "We’ve been expecting you, Sir."

Davis nodded lightly, he didn’t expect that Stan would go this far as to arrange for the manager to welcome him.

As the first trip out of the country since his accident, Davis felt several things out of place, especially sitting on a wheelchair.

Yet, he smiled. The curious gazes of the people around elicited a sigh from him.

The manager turned to Jessica and offered a polite smile. "Madam, your suite is ready. We’ve arranged the top floor for your privacy and comfort."

Jessica acknowledged him with a nod. "Lead the way."

Inside, the lobby was bright and polished, with marble floors and a soft scent of fresh flowers in the air. A few guests turned their heads at the striking couple moving through the lobby.

Davis, despite being seated in a wheelchair, radiated authority. And beside him, Jessica—composed and beautiful, with an air that demanded attention without trying.

The elevator doors slid open silently. They rode to the top floor with Ethan and the manager. No one spoke until the elevator dinged open again.

The suite was large, modern, and airy. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city. There was a private dining area, a workspace, a spacious living room, and two bedrooms, one specially modified for Davis’s needs.

Jessica wheeled Davis in and began unpacking some essentials while Ethan stepped aside to take a business call.

"I’ll arrange for light breakfast," the manager offered.

"Just fruits and tea for now," Jessica replied calmly. "We’ll call if we need more."

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