Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Am I too harsh?

"Do you need a reason, Richard?" Her voice was smooth, but there’s a dangerous edge to it.

Richard gulped. He didn’t want to be caught in the crossfire of whatever storm was brewing, but he needed to know what he is to work on. "Not at all, Your Majesty. I just need to know how deep to dig... and how hard to strike.

Jessica’s finger traced the sink slowly as though in contemplation of the possible best answer while smiling at his careful phrasing.

"Make it loud, make it messy, but most of all—make sure they will have a good time and feel what it means to be at one’s low moments." She instructed.

"Also, I will send you an evidence of Clara’s scandal, it should be aired too, find out out the current project Risa is working on though it was paused but it is time to disengage her."

Richard felt another shiver down his spine. "Understood," he murmured.

"Am I too harsh?" She smirked. Richard gulped he can’t possibly give an answer to this question of her.

"It depends on their offence." He said slowly. Jessica nodded "Okay". And ended the call.

Jessica smirked coldly, her fingers tapping lightly against the sink as she whispered to herself, "George, George, George... I was thinking of giving you some time to enjoy yourself for the sake of my mother. But unfortunately, you didn’t cherish it and decided to provoke me. Well, good luck."

George had forced her hand. She had ignored them. But he has chosen to provoke her. A slow smirk played on her lips as she imagined the event of the next day.

Slowly, Jessica slipped out of her dress and stepped into the bathtub, the warm water enveloping her, she leaned back, her head resting lightly against the edge of the tub as she submerged her body into the tub.

The quietness, the stillness easing her tensed body, her eyes felt heavy that it became difficult to keep them open.

She decided to rest for awhile keeping her heavy eyes closed hoping to open them when the water is getting cold but—the warm water felt like a lullaby and she forgot the passage of time or when the water is getting cold.

In the bedroom, Davis hand continuously tapped on the armrest of his wheelchair waiting for her. "She is taking longer than supposed." He mused.

He glanced at the clock again, his brows furrowing.he. "This is no longer funny" he muttered. Unease crept into his chest as he wheeled himself toward the bathroom door. Raising a hand, he knocked lightly. "Jessica? Jessica, are you okay?" His voice carried a tinge of worry.

Silence.

His fingers tightened around the armrest of his wheelchair. He knocked again, a little harder this time. "Jessica!"

Still no response.

"Jessica, answer me!"

He glanced at his leg, how he wished he could walk. So many thoughts began building in his mind should something go wrong how will he be able to take precautions when sitting in a wheelchair.

With fear and trepidation, his strength increased as he knocked on the door with panic surging through him, summoning all his strength, he reached for the door handle, his hands trembled slightly as he imagined the worst case scenario.

In the bathroom, Jessica stirred as she heared the noise on the door. Slowly she opened her eyes looking around the bathroom wondering where she is but then it clicked—the bathroom, she exhaled and instinctively stood up but her foot slipped, she flapped her hand to get a hold on something but nothing within range.

Time stopped, Davis, who had just opened the door, felt his heart lurch out of his chest at the scenario of her slipping his breath caught as fear gripped him.

Without thinking, without hesitation, he stood up from the wheelchair instinctively in an attempt to catch her falling body.

Then—

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