Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 203

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Chapter 203: Your Ex ...

After they’d finished unpacking and adjusting a few things around the suite, Jessica let out a long, deep breath and stretched her arms with a satisfied smile.

"I think I’m done with this part of the arrangement," she said, her voice filled with relief and satisfaction clear in her voice.

Davis, who had been busy on his phone the whole time, glanced up. Before he could respond, Jessica’s tone changed slightly.

"But... there’s still one more thing I need to do," she added, standing up. Her tone focused and her expression serious.

She walked over to her bag, unzipped it, and pulled out a small, sleek device. With practiced ease, she powered it on. A soft hum filled the air as the device lit up.

Davis, who had been quietly scrolling through his phone, raised a brow at her actions. He tilted his head, watching curiously as she moved around the room, slowly scanning the walls and furniture with the tool..

"What are you doing?" he asked, his tone calm but curious.

Jessica didn’t answer immediately. Her face was serious, focused. She walked across the living room slowly, waving the scanner around like a detective.

"I’m checking for hidden cameras or audio devices," she finally replied. "Ethan wasn’t the one who booked this place, and even if he had been, he’s not the one who cleans it. I just want to be safe."

Davis nodded, realizing she had a point. He hadn’t thought of that at all. Though he had a few friends and rivals in Noveria, none of them should know he was in town—at least not yet.

"Well, I doubt you’ll find anything," he said with a shrug, leaning back into his wheelchair. "But you’re right to check."

Jessica kept working silently, moving from one room to another. She checked the bedroom, the bathroom, the study corner—even behind paintings and under lampshades. Her attention to detail was intense.

By the time she was done, small beads of sweat had gathered on her forehead. She wiped them off gently with the back of her hand and gave a firm nod to herself.

"All clear," she said softly, her voice tinged with satisfaction.

Davis stood up from his chair and walked toward her slowly in a measured step. He reached out gently with a handkerchief and dabbed her face.

"You’re sweating. Want to take a bath?" he asked, teasingly, a playful glint in his eyes.

Jessica stepped back slightly and shook her head. "No, thank you, sir."

Davis wasn’t ready to back off just yet. "Are you sure you don’t want one?" he asked again, his voice softer as he pulled her into a light hug.

Jessica gave him a sharp look, her face flushing slightly. "Davis, you’re really getting good at acting like a hooligan," she said.

"I think I was seduced," he replied smoothly.

"Seduced?" she asked, pulling back slightly with a raised brow. "By who?"

"Isn’t it obvious?" he said, grinning. "Who poses around looking so sexy and still claims they weren’t trying to tempt anyone?"

Jessica gave him a long look and muttered, "Self-righteous."

She turned to walk away, but Davis pulled her back and kissed her gently. She tried to resist at first, her hands pressing against his chest.

But his warmth and persistence melted her defenses. Slowly, she gave in, responding to his touch.

When the kiss ended, her lips were red and slightly swollen and her cheeks flushed. She opened her mouth, ready to scold him, but just then—

Knock knock.

Closing her mouth again with a slight glare, she turned and walked off toward the living room to answer the door.

Davis chuckled to himself, watching her retreat. That was a small victory. A few months ago, during the early days of their marriage, he never imagined he could tease her and leave her speechless.

She had been a strong-willed, fiery woman—sharp with words and always on guard. Back then, he doubted he could ever leave her speechless.

He was grateful, though, that he seemed to be the only one who could fluster her this way.

Jessica reached the door and looked through the peephole before unlocking it. A waiter stood on the other side with a service cart.

"Your tea and snacks, ma’am," the waiter said politely, casting a quick glance over Jessica.

"Thank you," Jessica replied, accepting the cart.

She rolled it gently into the center of the living room. "Tea is ready," she called out. "If you want some, come and join me. We can enjoy what’s left of the day together."