Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: I really don’t know her

After confirming that every aspect of the launch had concluded successfully and the final instructions handed off to the manager who was overseeing the aftermath, Davis nodded subtly at Ethan, -— a signal that it was time to leave.

Ethan nodded, slowly he wheeled him out of the hall and helped him settle in the car.

Seated in the back of the car, his head resting against the headrest, Davis exhaled slowly.

He felt light, content. His shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. It had been a long, trying week—one riddled with challenges he hadn’t anticipated. Obstacle after obstacle, blindsides from all directions. Yet, somehow, they had made it through. Somehow, they had stood tall.

He reflected on each hurdle they’d overcome, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips. Against the odds, they had triumphed. And there was one woman to thank for that—Jessica. The woman who had held the sky in place when his world threatened to collapse.

He couldn’t imagine having walked this path alone.

The memory of her grand entrance at the launch, bold and breathtaking, made a smile creep onto his face. She had stunned the entire room and him, not left out.

It finally felt like his life had a renewed purpose. Yet beneath the warmth, worry tingled in his chest.

When she had left the venue, Davis had noticed the sluggishness in her steps, the weariness in her frame. She looked drained—too weak for his liking.

His heart clenched at the sight, but he couldn’t intervene without disrupting her carefully crafted role as Lady Bright.

Every part of him had wanted to go to her—hold her, shield her. But he hadn’t moved. He couldn’t afford to break her disguise.

A single slip could have unraveled the effort she had poured into the past week.

At the venue, she had been Lady Bright. And Lady Bright couldn’t afford to have him as her husband since they both made their entries separately and under different names.

Concerned, he had called Deborah and asked her to prepare a light meal. Given the time, he’d made sure the food would be gentle on her stomach as he didn’t want her eating anything that might trouble her sleep or worsen her pregnancy symptoms.

He recalled reading that pregnant women could suffer stomach upset when eating too late, especially if the meal was heavy.

He had tried calling her several times, but she hadn’t picked up.

"Gone to bed?" he murmured to himself.

That would be the sensible thing after all the turmoil and sleepless nights she’d endured, gathering documents and organizing the launch and leaving the house to save the day when she should have just rested her sick body.

His brow furrowed as his mind replayed the viral reports circulating online—Proof of their company’s true identity, something only the inner circle at headquarters should’ve had access to. How had those classified files surfaced so quickly?

Turning to Ethan, he asked, "How were you able to get your hands on the operational documents from that branch so quickly?"

Ethan’s pulse quickened. He had assumed Davis had authorized the release. But now... his confusion deepened.

"It seems... it was her doing," he replied hesitantly.

Davis’s head throbbed. "I guess I really don’t know her as well as I thought," he murmured.

Somehow, Jessica had gained access to confidential, top-level executive files—documents stored exclusively at headquarters. How had she pulled that off?

He sighed deeply. "Looks like I should be more worried about her temper. I wouldn’t want to get hit," he added wryly.

Trying to focus, he asked, "What’s the situation with the Watts family?"

Ethan hesitated before replying, "Sir, with your permission... has Madam ever worked as an investigator, or possibly... an assassin?"

Davis blinked in surprise. His expression shifted through several emotions. A detective? That might be plausible. But an assassin? Unlikely. She was too kind-hearted for that.

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