Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364: Keep away from my own husband...

Jessica’s car slowly pulled into the club, picking up her overcoat by the side. A guard opened the door from the outside; she slowly and carefully stepped down.

She took a glance at the building, which seemed peaceful outside, but no doubt it was certainly not peaceful inside.

She didn’t need to think to know it must be bustling with activities, schemes, and plots. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, walking through the revolving doors of the club.

Carefully, she made her way towards the staircase, deciding to follow her instincts, but then she halted a waiter who was by the side. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Davis Allen in this club, but unfortunately, my phone was off. Can you please show me his box?" she asked.

The waiter stared at her for a while, silently gauging her appearance, composure, and elegance. "It seems she isn’t simple. Maybe she is really invited by him."

The manager had earlier informed them of his arrival, though it wasn’t made public, but now seeing this lady mention having an appointment, then definitely must be true.

He nodded. "I will show you." He spurned on his heel, walking back towards the direction she was headed toward. They turned towards another hallway after a few more steps before they arrived before a closed door.

The waiter bowed slightly. "This is his private room," he said.

"Thank you very much," Jessica answered.

"Just my work."

As the waiter left her, Jessica took a breath, contemplating either knocking before going on or just pushing the door open and going in.

On second thought, she decided on the latter. She pushed the door in and stepped into the room; a wave of chills hit her face. "Too high," she murmured.

The soft neon light spun slowly, casting shades of colours on the people in the room. A faint scent hitting her nostrils made her brow furrow as she quickly analyzed the scent.

Waving her hand over her nostrils, Jessica slowly walked into the room, her eyes scanning the room before settling on the people in the room. Her eyes narrowed at the scene before her.

Davis sat with his legs crossed over the other like an emperor; a young lady sat several metres away from him.

Her hands bound, her body drenched in sweat as she twisted continuously, rubbing her legs against the other, her voice sultry as she pleaded with him.

His gaze lifted and settled on the lady who stepped in. "You are here?"

Her voice was calm and collected. "What is going on?"

Davis stretched his hands towards her, beckoning her to himself; she looked at his outstretched hand and at the lady on the other side, several emotions coursed through her chest.

Why is there a lady in his box?

What had transpired between them?

Why was there a faint scent in the air?

Did he run off to this point for pleasure?

She shook her head. "No, he wouldn’t do that."

"But then, who is this lady?"

In contemplation, she walked over to him, her brow furrowing in thought; arriving a step away from him, gently he pulled her to his laps.

Davis raised his hand and gathered a few strands of Jessica’s hair as he twirled it in his hand. He glanced at his wristwatch. "It’s past midnight; why did you come out?"

"Really? If you haven’t thrown the guards off your trail, would I have to take the pain of coming to seek you out?" she fumed.

"Alright, my bad." He smirked.

Planting a light feather kiss on her cheek. "Are you still angry?"

"Was I angry? How come I never noticed?" Jessica asked with a raised brow.

"You’re not angry? Why storm off then?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Aren’t you the one shouting at me when I was just trying to let you understand?" she retorted.

"Baby, do you really understand the situation surrounding us?" he asked again.

"Instead of shouting at me again, let’s leave this matter," she murmured.

Removing a few strands of hair from her face. "Don’t you think we have to talk this over calmly?"

"It’s your decision to make, but then I wouldn’t want to be a bane limiting your progress and growth," she stated.

Though she was asking him to go, she had already imagined how lonely and withered her life at that moment would be.

She had wanted to suggest travelling with him, but knowing Davis, that is impossible.

Davis stared at her face quietly, yet her words tugged at the strings of his heart. Taking a glance back, all she had always done was seeking out his good.

Last week, he had gone on a brief business trip; she had spent every minute, every second calling, to a point he had decided to leave his phone on live chat while he worked.

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