Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 250

Chapter 250: A deal...

Watching as Deborah padded toward the door to usher in the guest, Jessica let out a slow sigh. It seemed all mothers shared a similar trait, a tendency to be selfish when it came to their children. Her own mother had been no different.

Years ago, while her mother battled a grave illness counting and living out her last days, she had been more concerned of herself as she continuously made more arrangements to secure her future.

She set aside education funds, preparing her dowry, and transferring shares of various companies to Jessica’s name.

Ensuring she’d have something—anything—when left alone.

Meanwhile, George had played family man with his mistress, uncaring whether Jessica even made it through high school. Rather immediately her mother died just in a few days she became a stranger they dealt with her and sent her to the countryside.

She sighed again, but a worrying thought crossed her mind. "If Deborah has a son for the Watts family... doesn’t that make her the wife of the Watts family?" she muttered.

"What happened... and what’s the mystery behind it?" she mused, trying to piece the puzzle together.

While she was still contemplating, Deborah returned, leading in a young, handsome man. His tanned skin, well-toned muscles, and long legs gave him an intimidating aura. Even from the distance, Jessica could feel the cold yet harmless energy radiating off him.

She blinked. She couldn’t believe she had just analyzed the man’s body so thoroughly. "What would Davis think if he could read my mind right now?" she thought with amusement, imagining his stormy expression.

A low chuckle escaped her lips as she clicked her tongue. "Not my type."

Redirecting her gaze back to the files in front of her, she focused on finishing her work.

"Madam, he is here," Deborah said, stopping before her with the young man.

Jessica took a deep breath and lifted her gaze to meet theirs. "You’re welcome. Please, have a seat," she said, nodding toward the chair opposite her. Then, she returned to her work. "Deborah, please serve him tea while I wrap this up," she added quietly.

Daniel sat down as indicated, his expression calm and gentle, his gaze lingering on Jessica with a thoughtful look.

Though tagged as the illegitimate son of the Watts family, he had his own connections and insights—and seeing Jessica stirred a strange familiarity in him.

After a few moments, he nodded subtly to himself, realization dawned on him. A smile tugged at his lips. He hadn’t expected to stumble upon a secret the world would pay millions to uncover. The secret of Jessica’s location.

Jessica completed the final touches on her design, then downed the contents of a glass beside her in one gulp before shifting her attention back to her guest. Deborah remained standing quietly beside them.

"You are...?" Jessica asked, casting him a brief glance.

"Daniel," he replied curtly.

"Daniel Watts," Jessica stated, meeting his gaze directly. She didn’t miss the subtle flicker in his eyes at the mention of the surname.

She knew that reaction all too well. she had worn it herself whenever someone attached her to the Brown family, she usually felt her stomach churn with anger or amusement.

"Better not let the Watts hear you say that," he retorted, his voice calm, carefully measured to give nothing away.

His composure intrigued Jessica. He was guarding something—something significant.

She chuckled. "So, what can I do for you?" she asked.

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