Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Julian Anderson

It was an exceptional day in Country Y. With the buzz from previous weeks carrying into the month’s end, the new week was ushered in with hope and anticipation.

The business world stirred to life. Conversations across trading floors, boardrooms, and private clubs all circled around one name...the new Allen Group.

Investors poured over market briefs, plotting the week’s strategy.

Business elites kept their phones close, poised to strike deals.

In darker corners of casinos, smoky lounges, and underground circles, quiet deals were inked and betrayals set into motion. The media, too, hovered like vultures, waiting for their next headline.

In the heart of the Allen estate, anticipation took a more personal form.

Today marked Davis Allen’s official return to work after a year-long convalescence from his accident.

An event he had once thought he might never live through. He had spent the previous day and the entire night in his study, going over files; projects paused, staff hired and fired, procurements approved and denied, all in his absence.

Ethan had stayed with him, the two of them sharing all three meals in the study. Bella, growing restless with worry, had peeked in several times. But Jessica had only smiled.

Pointing at the swell of her baby bump, with just a few months to welcome him into the world. "Even with this, I can still work. Why bother about two grown men?"

This morning, Jessica woke up earlier than usual. She made up her mind to prepare his breakfast, the first breakfast as he resumed work.

Seeing her handle the kitchen with efficiency left Deborah and the maids stumped. It proved the fact she wasn’t some heiress but rather a lady who had worked her way through life to stand at the peak.

Deborah felt proud of her in her heart. Davis’ biological clock seemed to have reverted to his old self as he woke up before dawn, patting the space beside him as it was cold.

Abruptly, he sat up, his gaze scanning around the room, but she wasn’t in sight. His heart skipped a beat.

In a flurry, he searched for her, calling her as he searched the bathroom, the closet, and the balcony, but she was nowhere in sight. Yet, her phone was on the nightstand.

After a brief thought, he decided to check the living room, but just as his hand reached for the doorknob, it was pushed in from outside.

Davis paused in his step as he took in the sight of Jessica bringing in a steaming tray of breakfast, well-balanced on her hand.

Without a thought, he quickly stretched out his hand to take it from her, placing it on the bed. He hurriedly checked her hands.

"Were you burnt?"

"Why did Deborah let you do it?"

Jessica shook her head. "Can you stop the nagging?"

"Okay, okay, I will stop but you might hurt."

"Yes, I might hurt... a fragile lady with no bones," she snickered.

Davis was stumped. He had always known how stubborn she could be, but he wasn’t expecting her to go into the kitchen to make breakfast for him.

"Are you the only one allowed to make breakfast and I am not?" she smirked.

If she remembered correctly, most of her breakfasts were usually handled by Davis, unless in certain cases... even when he was wheelchair-bound.

Davis pulled her into his embrace, a grateful smile tugging his lips. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Alright, can you not be all over me? Going late to work on the first day isn’t a good example," she said as she playfully pushed him toward the bathroom.

With him gone into the bathroom, she went into her walk-in closet, and coming out, she was carrying a carefully packed bag.

Davis stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he made for his walk-in closet. "Take this," she said, handing him the bag.

Davis smiled as he took the bag and walked into the closet. After a few minutes, he stepped out clad in a custom handmade suit with his tie in hand.

Jessica glanced at the outfit and shrugged lightly as she took the tie. Davis’ gaze rested on her as she skillfully fixed the tie.

As she made to step back, he pulled her into a tight embrace. "When did you get this done?" he asked, his voice choking with emotion.

"Does it matter?" she asked with a light smile.

"It matters so much. I am happy," he said.

"Alright, can you have breakfast now?" she murmured.

Davis nodded and pulled away from her. He led her forward, and they both settled for a quick breakfast.

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