Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42: Family Dinner 1

It had been three hours since Davis returned from the hospital, and he had been sitting in the living room, waiting for Jessica’s return. At intervals, he will glance at his wristwatch, his expression calm and impassive.

"I wonder what she’s doing out there," he muttered.

He didn’t want to believe she had forgotten about the dinner—especially since she was the one who had insisted and urged him to accept the invitation in the first place.

"Looks like I’ll have to send her a reminder." He picked up his phone to text her just as the steady roar of her car came through the driveway. He Placed the phone back down and took a deep breath. He had offended her, and he was ready to face her wrath, whatever form it took.

The car engine shut off. Several minutes passed before the car door closed with a firm thud, followed by the sound of her approaching footsteps on the foyer.

"Welcome, madam," Henry greeted, his tone laced with admiration and respect.

He had never expected that the woman rumored to have been forced upon his boss would be the one to keep him from being sent to the rehabilitation center.

"Thank you. How was your day?" Jessica asked jovially.

She always felt uncomfortable being addressed as madam and had already complained to Ethan about it. But his response had left her stumped—"Davis will have my head," he had said. With no way to change things, she had resigned herself to it.

As she stepped into the living room, her gaze landed on Davis, and her expression darkened. She had been furious and planned to settle the score with him but looking at him she could only get angry "If only I could beat this man up," she thought bitterly.

"You’re back?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting with mischief and his lips curling subtly in amusement as he studied the furious woman before him.

Jessica couldn’t help but wonder if he found pleasure in making her angry. If he did, then he had certainly succeeded. Shooting him a glare, she silently walked past him and made her way upstairs to her room.

Davis had expected as much and even more. He had always known that Jessica wasn’t good at hiding her emotions from him. Maybe she wanted him to see the real her. Or maybe she simply found it unnecessary to pretend. Whatever the reason, her emotions were as clear as water to him.

As he wheeled himself forward to follow her, the door to her room shut in his face with a sharp click—locked from the inside.

Davis smiled. So, she’s throwing a tantrum now? Interesting.

Gently, he tapped on the door. "Jessica, at least let me explain." He asked and when no response came forth he sighed "Okay, I am sorry about that. I was wrong?"

Silence.

He sighed but remained seated by the door. He would wait. He had all the time in the world.

Inside the room, Jessica leaned against the closed door, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she listened to his pleading. But the moment she turned around, her breath hitched.

On the bed lay a simple yet elegant champagne-colored evening dress. Its neckline was adorned with cut diamonds that glistened under the light. The hem was pleated with delicate embroidery, and a daring slit ran from the bottom up to her thigh.

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