Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320: Can we now get you ready?

Jessica’s car glided slowly through the expansive gates of the Davis’s home. The gates had barely finished swinging open as it reacted instantly to the recognition of the car’s insignia and other security escorts rolled up behind, tailing at a safe distance.

As the vehicle pulled to a smooth stop in the curved driveway, a uniformed guard briskly approached and opened the back door.

With a graceful nod of appreciation, Jessica stepped out elegantly, her heels clicking softly against the marble driveway.

She paused briefly, her hand instinctively resting on her baby bump as she noticed its movement; a tender gesture that had become second nature.

The sun filtered through the trees, casting warm speckles of light onto the pristine white stones of the estate’s front yard.

Deborah, standing by the door in a neatly pressed apron, beamed as she watched Jessica approach. Her face adorned with a warm, welcoming smile, a warmth that could melt the thickest tension.

"You’ve worked so hard," Deborah said affectionately, wrapping Jessica in a gentle embrace as she slowly patted her back.

That embrace offered Jessica the solace of a mother figure that had long gone. She took a deep breath and stepped back casting a glance at her apron. She raised a brow "In the kitchen?"

Deborah gave a curt nod as she took the long coat and file folder from her hands and began leading her into the house.

Jessica returned the smile warmly as she followed her into the house, exhaustion lingering in her gaze but just as quickly, her nose twitched slightly, catching a familiar aroma in the air—the unmistakable scent of smoked fish, palm oil, and local spices simmering in harmony.

A loud growl erupted from her stomach, shocking her into a moment of sheepishness and a surprising hunger she hadn’t noticed until that moment.

Jessica’s cheeks reddened immediately in embarrassment at the audible rumble, prompting Deborah to laugh—a deep, heartening laugh, full of maternal fondness.

"Must be starving," Deborah teased. "Come on. Let me get you something to cushion your stomach."

She steered Jessica gently to the dining room, her steps light and brisk as she returned to the kitchen.

Moments later, Deborah returned from the kitchen balancing a tray with care and precision, like a seasoned waitress presenting a royal meal.

Another maid followed carrying a bowl of water for her to wash her hands after the day.

On the tray were portions of carefully selected traditional dishes—abacha and ugba, ji agwọro agwọ, ukwa, and a delicate plate of nkwobi as an aside. To top it off, a bowl of colorful fresh fruit salad acted as a sweet contrast, all presented in separate crystal bowls delicately plated in small quantities, giving Jessica the opportunity to sample all the dishes.

Jessica stared at the tray, her breath catching in her throat at the sight. The presentation alone was enough to pull tears from her eyes. Her shoulders sagged with relief as though the weight of the world had gently slipped off.

Her chest tightened as emotions swirled dangerously beneath the surface. Her eyes shimmered, tears threatening to surface. She blinked them away with effort, struggling to explain why this act of care of a home-cooked meal could leave her so vulnerable.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up her spoon with a trembling hand and took a bite. The flavors exploded across her tongue, warm and familiar, and a soft smile lit up her lips.

"Mom... Deborah is really taking good care of me," she whispered softly.

"You eat up. You’ll probably be having a long day later," Deborah said kindly before retreating to the kitchen, leaving her in peace.

Looking at the tray of homemade meals—light, colorful, and delicious, Jessica felt the tension of the day melt from her shoulders. She closed her eyes briefly, gathering strength for what came next: the long-awaited fashion show.

She glanced at her phone on the table. Only fifty minutes before the Angels wear kicks off the show. So far, no notice of any mishap. She sighed contentedly "All good."

Taking a deep breath, she decided to go with the flow. But just then, her phone dinged. She paused mid-bite, gently set down her spoon, and picked up the device. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she read Davis’s message:

"As your fashion launch starts in the next few minutes, may I take this opportunity to wish you a successful debut... and an excellent position in the world of fashion." Attached was a flower and heart emoji.

Jessica’s smile deepened. "In a meeting, yet he still found time to message me. So caring," she murmured to herself.

Her fingers quickly moved over the keyboard:

"Thanks a lot. And can you please come home... like you promised?"

His response came faster than she expected:

"Close by."

The simplicity of his message sent a warmth through her chest. Jessica smiled and set her phone aside, then finished the rest of her meal and rose from the table and made her way upstairs, her heart a little lighter than before.

Upstairs, the hallway to her bedroom felt unusually still. As she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn to the bed.

Three beautifully wrapped gift boxes, neatly arranged and placed neatly on the bed. They were of varying sizes, each topped with a ribbon tied to perfection.

Dropping her clutch onto the bedside table, she moved closer, without thinking her hand gliding over the smooth surface of each box, astonished. She didn’t need to guess what they contained, but one thought pulled at her mind:

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