Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: If he is alive, where is he?

Davis nodded thoughtfully, unsurprised that Jessica had gone upstairs without waiting for him.

The weariness etched across her features in the car had not escaped his notice. Her fatigued frame slumped silently in the car earlier, the quiet exhaustion clinging to her like a heavy cloak.

He had chosen to stay silent, respecting her unspoken need for rest, momentarily overlooking her tired body, due to her tendency to conceal her discomfort. Still, the nagging concern hadn’t left him.

I’ll have to bring the doctor in by tomorrow,"he mused inwardly. Knowing her stubborn nature he resolved to work gently but firmly in coaxing her into agreeing before the doctor’s visit in the morning.

He thought for a while "tonight would be the best chance to persuade her before the doctor’s visit." He murmured inwardly to himself

With Ethan expertly maneuvering the wheelchair along the ramp, Davis inhaled deeply, grounding himself.

"Has Mr. Stan contacted you again?" he asked, his voice low but laced with expectation.

Ethan nodded, keeping pace beside him. "Yes, sir. He called to confirm that the meeting with the shareholders is scheduled for tomorrow at 10 a.m. sharp."

"Good." Davis’s gaze sharpened and gave a short nld. "Add Mr. Ford’s birthday celebration to my schedule. It’s three days from now. Also, arrange for a doctor to visit the suite tomorrow. Preferably a gynecologist. Schedule the appointment for 5 p.m."

"Yes, sir."

When they reached the door of Davis’s private suite, he lifted a hand, signaling Ethan to stop. "You can return to your room. I’ll take it from here."

Ethan gave a brief bow and departed.

Gently, he pushed the door open and wheeled himself in.

The room was dim, awash in the soft, warm glow from a bedside lamp. Jessica lay nestled under the duvet, clad in a soft nightdress. Her face, calm and serene, was illuminated faintly by the bedside lamp.

The gentle fragrance of her shower gel still lingered in the air, hinting she had just bathed before lying down. Her breathing was steady, and from the rhythm of her chest, Davis could tell she had drifted off to sleep.

"Babe," he called softly, almost in a whisper but she didn’t stir. He called her again yet—No response.

He wheeled himself closer and with careful effort, stretched his legs to ease the familiar numbness, bracing himself before standing.

He walked over to the bed and sat beside her. His eyes lingered on her peaceful face, his expression softening and with a deliberate movement, he gently tucked her hand beneath the blanket before adjusting it around her body protectively.

He sighed, his brows furrowed as his eyes traced the contours of her face. In the past, even the slightest sound like the click of a door would wake her, but now... he shook his head gently. He didn’t dare think further.

He gazed at her in silence. Her presence brought a strange calm to his heart—a warmth he didn’t realize he had been longing for. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he reluctantly stood and without disturbing her, he headed to the bathroom

The shower was brief, yet enough to wash away the exhaustion clinging to him. He emerged refreshed and handsome. A sight that usually sets her blushing if she was awake. He dried off his hair, and dressed in a clean set of pajamas. Instead of heading straight to bed, he walked over to his desk and settled down.

With the critical meeting he has with the shareholders looming, tonight was his only chance to review the proposal one last time. He carefully read through the documents—refining arguments, perfecting strategies, drawing up several drafts and incorporating suggestions made by his friends.

On the final draft, he made meticulous edits and finalized the investment and profit strategies.

It wasn’t until the early hours of morning that he finally turned off the desk lamp with a sigh of relief laced with anticipation.

By the time he returned to the bed, the sky had begun to lighten. Quietly, he eased into to bed, sparing one last glance at Jessica’s sleeping face before pulling her into his arms and the lamp turned off.

~Country Y~

The situation in Country Y had descended into mayhem. The media had exploded with the false news of Davis Allen’s death spreading like wildfire for the past twenty-four hours.

The news dominated headlines and triggered frenzied speculation with dire effect across the country, as the news ignited public panic and speculation at its wake. Yet, the Allen family remained quiet and Desmond Allen, however, neither confirmed nor denied the reports.

To Desmond, the silence was strategic and this effect is what he had envisioned. An opportunity he had always longed for.

It was a strategic opening—a path he had meticulously engineered with a singular goal: remove Davis from the picture, and rise unchallenged. It was the perfect storm, and he relished the control and victory of the moment. Or so he thought.

He couldn’t help but blame himself for not thinking of this approach all the while. But then, as long as he achieved his aim it’s worthwhile no matter the time.

But what he failed to foresee was that this move would ignite a storm far more volatile than he had prepared for. A storm that will make him breathless yet grappling for it.

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify