Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 223

Chapter 223: His new principle...

As they settled into the car, the soft hum of the engine revved, and with expertise, the driver pulled away from the club.

Jessica let out a quiet sigh of relief. Though she couldn’t bring herself to say it, she had been tense about the relaunch scheduled in just one week.

But this evening had been unexpectedly fruitful and amidst rest and play; they had secured a strong foothold for the relaunch— a strong leverage for the big return.

Yet, even with that success, she couldn’t help the ache in her chest, the gnawing question clawing at her mind;

Why had Davis, once a towering figure of ambition and control, allowed himself to fall so far? He had everything it took to rise again. He had the power, the mind, the reputation and the connection — why then had he relinquished his hold, allowing others to usurp what was rightfully his?

"You have great friends," she murmured, breaking the silence, her voice gentle.

No reply.

She frowned. That was unlike him. No matter how fatigued he might be, he always responded — with a smirk, a tease, or even a grunt. This silence was sharp, unnatural.

"Hubby?" she called softly, turning to look at him. The city’s golden lights filtered through the window, illuminating his profile.

His jaw was tight, clenched in barely restrained fury. His brows were drawn low, casting shadows across his closed eyes.

This expression of his screamed warning, setting alarm bells ringing in her head—he seemed angry. But why?

"Hubby?" she called tentatively, yet again no response.

Through the reflecting lights of the city, she gazed at his face.

Jessica’s mind raced with possibilities—is it because of her fall out with Tricia? Was he bothered by her exchanging contacts with Adah? Or had Luke said something during their conversation that unsettled him?

Yet, she dismissed them all. He wasn’t that petty. But her gut told her his anger stemmed from something that happened tonight—and she had a gut feeling she was involved.

She took a deep breath to calm her thoughts. With a contemplative frown, her gaze settled on Davis beside her, taking in every detail of his features.

His eyes were closed, head resting on the headrest, jaw twitching, fingers tightly clasped together. Jessica could practically feel him trying hard not to let his fury consume them both.

She blinked, realizing she hadn’t noticed how angry he really was. Slowly, she leaned closer, examining his pursed lips. A flicker of amusement danced within her—despite his fury, she still had the urge to kiss him.

His thick brows, well-sculpted and defined face, prominent jawline. She traced them with her eyes quietly. Her hand, acting on its own, reached out to trace the contours of his godlike face.

Lifting herself from her seat, she knelt, one elbow on the headrest, getting a clearer view of him. Slowly, she caught his lips in a soft, sensual kiss.

Davis remained quiet. He neither responded nor rejected it.

Jessica sighed. He was indeed furious. She had dared to kiss him only because it was night, the car lit only by the passing streetlights—yet she couldn’t forget the driver in front.

Seeing no response, she pulled away, intending to return to her seat when Davis’s left hand suddenly clasped her waist, and his right hand pulled her into his embrace.

"Still rustic in kissing?" he murmured his voice low, hoarse yet enticing to her— but no longer cold. A smirk tugged at his lips. "Seems I haven’t been a good teacher. Or maybe we haven’t had enough practicals."

Slowly, he nibbled her earlobe, his face nuzzling against her neck, sending electrifying waves through her. He trailed kisses across her skin. Her breath hitched as she felt his hand slowly and deliberately roam her body.

She wanted him to stop, but her body betrayed her. She gently nudged his shoulder, her limbs weakening, but his next words made her jolt upright—only for him to hold her in place.

"Pull over by the side," he instructed the driver, who nodded immediately.

The driver felt relief—finally released from the sight that had ignited flames beneath his skin. He wondered if this was a common scene for their personal driver and silently gave the driver five stars for self-control.

"Don’t pull over. It’s late. Drive back to the hotel," Jessica interjected, her breath ragged as she struggled for control. The fire Davis had lit still burned through her, but she had to tame it.

Though they had some influence here, this wasn’t entirely her turf, and she wouldn’t take risks at this hour. The hotel wasn’t hers to command, but pulling over was too dangerous.

Life had taught him one cruel lesson: Don’t be merciful to your enemies. But if you must, make them your slaves.

But Tricia had pushed her to the edge, digging her manicured nails into her wrist and drawing blood-— That was when she had snapped. Even now, she still felt the sting from the wound. "Don’t worry, she will have her own injuries wrapped for the next two weeks." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

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