Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 285

Chapter 285: I am sorry

The night air was cool and quiet as the car slowly pulled into the driveway. A soft glow from the sitting room spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the windows.

The silver chandelier hanging along the walkway bathed the compound in a gentle light, giving it a calm, almost dreamlike charm.

Crickets chirped into the night, and moths danced around the lights, the compound resting in peace. At the doorstep, the engine went off, and as usual, Jessica stepped out and with the aid of the driver helped Davis into his wheelchair.

Jessica’s footsteps and the soft rolling of the wheelchair echoed gently along the stone path leading to the front door.

Inside, the lights were dimmed, welcoming them with a calm, peaceful ambiance.

Henry, the butler, stepped out quietly from the hallway and gave a slight bow. He had been waiting for the returning since they never mentioned travelling out of the country.

"Welcome back, Sir... Ma’am. Would you need anything for the night?" he asked, already aware of Davis’ habit of avoiding late meals.

Davis glanced at Jessica and sighed. "Babe, do you want anything?" His tone was gentle but uncertain. It was too late to eat, yet he didn’t want to refuse her, unsure if she’d had enough to eat at the Santiagos’.

He made a mental note to take notice of her eating schedule and see if it aligns with the directive of the doctor.

Jessica shook her head. "Just warm water, please."

Henry turned to head toward the kitchen when Davis’s voice stopped him.

"Henry."

His voice was soft yet firm. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. When he made that promise at Noveria to apologize to him, it seemed simple, and he hadn’t imagined it would feel this difficult.

But now, seeing Henry standing before him, he was at a loss for words as the words stuck in his throat.

Looking back, Davis felt ashamed of how he had treated Henry. But now it was time to make it right.

Jessica sensed the moment. She could the tension in his jaw, his clenched fist. She walked back to Davis, bent slightly, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering gently, "You can do it."

She stood back up, her expression calm. She would have spoken on his behalf, but this—this he needed to do himself.

It was time he learned the power of a simple, sincere gesture, even as a man of his rank to a person lower than him.

He may have been cold but he was never heartless—this she is sure..

Slowly, she took his hand in hers. Henry stood before them, stiff and uncertain. He blinked, glancing back and forth between them, confusion growing across his face not knowing what to expect.

His thoughts spiraled with thoughts and questions which he didn’t have answers to

Have I done something wrong?

Will I be laid off?

Am I being punished?

Is there a change in my duties?

Am I being replaced?

Is Madam upset with me?

But she didn’t seem upset. Still, his mind kept racing through possibilities with doubts and worry. Racing at a speed counting in nanoseconds.

Henry’s eyes widened. He stared at Davis as though seeing him for the first time. His mouth opened and closed, replaying only one line in his mind: I am sorry. He couldn’t believe it.

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