Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 262

Chapter 262: Marcus Grant...

Davis stared at her pale face with concern. She had kept her composure intact while interrogating the culprit, but now he could finally see how exhausted she truly was. Gently, he pulled her into his embrace.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked, worried.

Jessica shook her head. It had taken every ounce of strength to remain in that room for so long. But she didn’t want him to have any regrets—she wanted this Chapter of their lives to be over.

She longed for her life to return to a time when she had nothing to worry about. The sooner she solved this riddle, the more relieved she would feel.

"Deborah prepared your favourite snacks for you before we left the house, do you mind having any?" He asked with concern, his gaze everly gently.

"Alright." She muttered. "What’s the time?" She asked.

Davis was busy arranging the snacks for her when Ethan quickly responded, "19:38 hours."

Jessica nodded. "The secret dungeon in Country Y is 120 kilometers from here. I think we need to head over and take a look. If possible, we’ll find Marcus Grant."

Davis’s hand froze, and Ethan’s breath hitched at her words, while her face remained expressionless.

"Babe, no. Let’s go back home. You need rest and you’re already stressed," Davis protested.

How could she be planning to invade a dungeon tonight without any preplanning? Wasn’t that a death wish?

Jessica smiled faintly. Returning home without achieving her goal would be troublesome—too many people were watching.

Raising her phone to her ear, she called the shadow guards. "Connect Team 2 for backup. Bring me my gear. The mission is infiltration," she said coldly.

Davis, sitting close to her, heard the cold gasp of the person on the other end of the call. But just when he thought the person would protest, they said the unthinkable: "Follow your orders."

Davis didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He couldn’t help but blame himself for being soft-hearted and allowing her to come with him.

Now he was afraid—afraid he might lose her tonight, afraid he might lose the unborn child growing within her.

Given the choice, he didn’t want to proceed with the investigation—not now, not anymore. He sighed lightly and handed the snack over to her.

Sensing his worry, Jessica reached for his hand. "Calm down. Nobody knows we’re coming, and it’s just for three hours," she explained quietly.

Davis pressed his throbbing brow, frustration etched on his face as he wrestled with the decision to move forward or return home.

~City Dungeon~

The hum of the car engine filled the silence as Jessica sat beside Davis, her hand gently resting on his.

The heavily tinted windows made it difficult to see the world outside, but inside the armored SUV, the atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotion.

Davis had changed into a dark, simply tailored suit, while Jessica, now in jeans and an off-white polo, looked calm but alert.

Yet the subtle tremble in her hand didn’t escape Davis’s notice. He turned to her, his eyes softening.

"You sure about this?" he asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

Jessica nodded, her gaze fixed ahead. "I need to see him. To understand why everything happened."

The vehicle slowed as they reached the outskirts of the old district—a part of the city few dared to enter without cause.

An iron gate loomed ahead, half-swallowed by creeping vines and the decay of time.

Guards, fully armed and alert, checked credentials before waving the car through.

Jessica’s expression grew tense as the car descended into the hidden underground facility.

Cold air began to seep through the vehicle’s ventilation, making her shiver involuntarily.

Davis noticed and reached for the blanket folded beside him, draping it gently over her lap. "Thanks," she whispered.

After an hour and thirty minutes of driving, the group pulled up at the front gate of the dungeon.

With Jessica’s guidance and instruction, the car parked in the camera’s blind spot.

Davis gave a nod, but his jaw tightened as the vehicle came to a stop. The dungeon wasn’t a place of rehabilitation—it was where secrets were buried and kept under lock and key.

Inside, the stone corridors echoed with every step. Moisture dripped from the ceilings, and a faint metallic scent filled the air.

Jessica slowed, placing a hand over her lower stomach as they passed the cells. She didn’t complain, but Davis motioned for her to pause.

"If it gets too much—"

"I’ll step back. I promise," she said.

A guard escorted them to one of the cells, where the lights flickered ominously.

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