Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 235

Chapter 235: Wish to see it...

The meal was a hearty one. They chatted as they ate, with Davis clearly steering the conversation away from the impending launch.

Before the meal ended, Davis made a phone call—he had arranged for a doctor to come over for a brief check-up on Jessica. Hearing this, her heart thudded with trepidation, but Davis had promised to stay with her throughout.

Though she had always resisted treatment, she couldn’t help but worry. She knew pregnancy came with symptoms —some mild, some severe, and while her expertise didn’t lie in gynecology, she understood she had to seek the attention of experts in that field.

She might have refused again, but knowing Davis, his decision was final—especially when it came to her health. No amount of pleading would change that. Sometimes, she wondered why he wasn’t strict with himself back in the day.

As Deborah came to clear the plates, Jessica stopped her.

"We’re expecting a guest. If he arrives, lead him in," she instructed.

Deborah nodded lightly and left the room.

Jessica glanced at the clock, which seemed to race forward too quickly.

"It’s just a few hours before the gala. Are you sure this will be okay?" she asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"It doesn’t matter what hour the gala starts. You only need to be healthy, and that is the major determinant of success or failure," Davis replied firmly, his expression stern.

Jessica kept silent, her head dropping low, not meeting his gaze anymore. She was certain that any more comments in rejection of the treatment wouldn’t ogle well with him.

A knock came at the door. Jessica’s head snapped toward Davis, then toward the entrance. Her hands clenched briefly as she took a deep breath to calm herself. "It’s okay," she told herself.

Davis glanced at her, gently taking her hand.

"It seems the doctor is here. You should get the door," he said calmly and reassuringly.

Since Davis was still unable to use his legs before the public, it was only natural that she go. Slowly, she stepped off the bed and opened the door.

Deborah appeared.

"Madam, the doctor is here," she announced, stepping aside to reveal the man behind her.

A young man in his mid-thirties with handsome features and a friendly demeanor stepped forward.

"Dr. Perez," he said, extending a hand.

"Jessica," she replied, returning the handshake. After brief pleasantries, he was led inside. Davis was already seated in his wheelchair, bracing himself for the outcome.

The diagnosis didn’t take much time as Dr. Perez happened to be a veteran in the field. With the pre-information he had before coming, he came with drugs and an intravenous drip, which he administered after his diagnosis.

Throughout the process, Davis remained by Jessica’s side. She held onto him tightly, her body tensing when the needle pierced her skin, then slowly relaxing as the procedure continued. Davis chatted softly, offering comfort with every word.

Within minutes, he was done with the diagnosis and the treatment was underway. Jessica lay still, her eyes staring into space.

"Do you think this gala will go as planned?" she asked, her voice filled with quiet contemplation.

Davis’s face darkened.

"Did you even listen to what the doctor said?" he asked.

Jessica’s eyelids dropped low, her lips pouting, her voice coming out in a whisper. "I know."

"No, I don’t think you know. I think I’ll have to remind you—the diagnosis clearly mentioned your situation is a result of stress and anemia," he said with a firm note.

"But I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary," she whined.

He sat straighter, eyes locking with hers.

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