Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 135: Husband and wife don’t calculate clearly...

Jessica sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet parking lot. She hadn't expected to leave home

without tears, yet end up, drowned in it. — reality had pressed in on her from every side, the weight of

everything she had been holding in finally crashing down her.

The strong front she had worn like armor crumbled, and the tears she had suppressed for so long broke free,

streaming silently down her cheeks.

She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn't planned for her emotions to betray her—not here, not now.

And to make matters worse, Davis had left the only place she was certain could protect him, just because he

sensed she wasn't alright.

That realization pricked her chest deeply. He had stepped into the open, into potential danger, just because her

emotions weren't steady. She couldn't shake the guilt. What if something had gone wrong? What if—

She glanced around quickly, trying to calm her thoughts. Though the surrounding luxury cars had been parked to

shield them from curious onlookers, she knew eyes were still nearby—watching, waiting. His bodyguards were

surely close, invisible but vigilant, always ready. But that alone did not ease her tension.

"I think you should go back now... while | head inside," she murmured, her voice low and hesitant as she made to

rise from Davis's lap.

Before she could move, his arm tightened around her waist, firm and unyielding. She stilled. His hand, warm and

strong, anchored her in place. His eyes scanned her face for a moment—taking in the flush in her cheeks, the

faint sheen of tears still clinging to her lashes.

"You must tellwhy you're crying when you return," he said, his tone quiet but resolute.

Jessica nodded slowly, heart fluttering at his words. He wasn’t going to let it go—not out of suspicion, but

because he cared. And that alone made her emotions threaten to spill again "How can one person be this good?"

She mused.

"Don’t think you can lie your way out of this," Davis added, his lips curling into a small smirk, though his eyes

still held a flicker of concern. His words successfully diverting her thoughts.

Jessica tried to stand again, this twith more intention. "Can | leave now?" she asked, her voice barely above

a whisper. But his hand didn’t budge.

Her heart pounded harder against her ribs as she continuously felt the hardness of his member on her butt and

his hand which held her so confidently and gently made the heat bloomed in her cheeks. With its electricfying

impact sending a shiver through her.

Since his treatment, she had noticed his growing sensitivity in that area. With his habit of pulling her onto his

thigh she had always felt the movement of his member as though seeking and craving for closeness. And now,

seated there again, she couldn't ignore the tension building between them.

His gaze locked onto hers, sharp and intense, almost as if he were undressing her with just his eyes. She wanted

to blher racing pulse and her body which was betraying her. Under his eyes, under his seductive touch, she

felt exposed.

"Mrs. Allen, aren't you being ungrateful?" he teased suddenly, breaking the tension with a raised brow and a

mischievous glint in his eyes.

Jessica blinked in confusion. "How am | ungrateful?" she asked, frowning slightly, not quite understanding.

His lips brushing the side of her neck as he leaned in intentionally nibbling on her, his breath warm and tickling

her skin. "Think about it," he murmured, his voice low, husky and seductive. Her breath hitched, her skin

prickling as his hand roamed her body.

A soft laugh escaped her lips, half-nervous, half-playful. "Mr. Allen, the last t| checked, | wasn’t indebted to

you. Besides..." Her voice trailed off as heat rushed to her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence

without admitting too much.

"You better complete that sentence," Davis warned with a teasing grin, his hand becoming more restless against

her back while the other glazed through her thighs and his fingers sending an involuntary twitch through her

body. She didn’t want to imagine what he was capable of doing if she stayed any longer.

Jessica leaned in closer, her lips brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered, "I'm still your wife, remember?

And husband and wife... well, they don’t exactly calculate things clearly."

Davis chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest. Her words pleased him more than he cared to

admit. At least she remembered she is his wife. And more importantly—she hadn't forgotten the bond they

shared.

"How can we not calculate clearly," he murmured in return, brushing his lips close to her cheek, "when a surgeon

is planning on committing murder by setting her emotions ablaze?"

Jessica flushed at the comment, her embarrassment sharp. "Do you know I'm late?" she asked, trying to shift the

conversation away from the electric tension between them.

"Of course you're late," Davis replied calmly, completely unfazed. "But you still have thirty minutes before the

surgery begins."

His tone was so nonchalant, as if he were merely talking about the weather.

Jessica blinked, confused. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly, suspicion blooming in her chest. She stared at

him, searching his face for clues. He met her gaze with a raised brow, lips still curved in amusement.

"What did you do?" she asked again, this ther voice firmer, eyes narrowing slightly.

"| delayed the surgery for two hours," he admitted, casually—as though it was no big deal.

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