Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41: Dwindling Skill

Bella didn’t expect Davis to get interested in knowing more about Jessica. Initially, she had thought he was just curious about the lavender scent but now she has her doubts about his purpose why he became interested in knowing more about Jessica.

He had not felt anxious about his predicament or the fact that there’s no possible treatment for him but is more curious about a lady he hasn’t met.

"Am I trespassing?" Davis asked with a smile not at all feeling offended. He had expected more but since it’s not forth coming, there is no need to push his luck.

"It’s.....not ..that ..., anyway don’t just ask." She concluded as she took a sip of her tea to calm herself not looking at him anymore.

Davis eyes narrowed in amusement at Bella’s action. "Finally, it seems her identity is still mysterious and can’t be disclosed", he mused. A faint smile tugging his lips.

Ethan noticed him in a good mood but couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened or the aspect of the discussion he found amusing but one thing is certain "Jessica has a close relationship with Bella".

"Ms. Edward, it’s a pleasure having a chat with you though my medication seems to be my wishful thinking but I don’t mind keeping in touch with you, do you mind?" Davis asked his gaze boring into her.

Under his gaze, Bella felt pressured finding it difficult to object, but she wished he don’t have to keep in touch since he might be a threat to her friend.

"Alright, you can reach out if there is an issue you need my assistance but am a busy person you know....." She agreed reluctantly.

"Can I have a meal with you and your friend another day?" Davis asked.

"Well..., my friend isn’t always opportuned to hang out. For the past five months, I have been asking her to visit but her schedule is too tight that she only visited briefly today." Bella lamented with a sigh.

Davis nodded in understanding. They bade her farewell and exited the office.

The elevator dinged softly, signaling its arrival. Ethan pushed Davis’ wheelchair inside, and they descended in silence. The atmosphere was tense, filled with unspoken thoughts.

As the elevator doors slid open at the ground floor, Ethan quietly wheeled Davis toward the hospital’s parking lot, where the black Lamborghini awaited.

The driver seeing them approach hurriedly opened the door for them.

Ethan helped Davis into the car with practiced ease before taking his own seat beside him. Once the doors shut, the engine roared to life, and the sleek vehicle smoothly merged into traffic, leaving the hospital behind.

In the car, Ethan kept casting him inquisitive glances. His face brimming with curiosity.

"What do you want to ask?" Davis’s voice sliced through the silence.

"Madam...?"

"Ethan, I should be asking you the findings of your investigation on her? What other identity does she have not the other way round?" Davis queried.

"I don’t have much information on her..." Ethan responded but Davis didn’t let him finish

"I think your skills is dwindling by the day" Davis snapped.

Ethan cleared his throat lightly, his expression calm but wary. "It’s not like that, It’s just that there’s very little to find—at least on the surface. It only detailed her as the eldest daughter of the Brown family, unloved and abandoned in the countryside" He recounted.

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