Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 212: My thanks...

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from the bedside lamp casting warm shadows on the walls. Davis and

Jessica cuddled in each other's embrace as they savoured every inch of each other's body.

By the the reluctantly let her go, Jessica had no strength left. Her limbs felt like jelly, her breathing soft and

even as she drifted into sleep without realizing it.

Davis, however, didn’t sleep. Instead, he took his time, lying on his side and observing the woman beside him.

Jessica's face was relaxed in slumber, her cheeks flushed, her lips rosy and swollen from his kiss yet inviting.

He had memorized every curve, every detail of her face and might be able to draw it with his eyes shut, but

somehow, with each passing day, she beceven more captivating.

Her beauty wasn't just physical; it shone from within, glowing brighter the more the spent with her.

He reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her forehead, his fingers lingering for a moment longer

than necessary.

His heart ached deeply as he stared at her. "Will you ever rest and not worry about my affairs?" he whispered,

his voice barely audible, yet filled with emotion.

Though his tone was soft, his mind was filled with mixed emotions. He was grateful—grateful beyond words that

she cinto his life at his lowest moment, had existed in his life and had cared deeply for him.

It was as though God wanted to compensate him for everything he had gone through—betrayals,

disappointment and even isolation. But at the stime, guilt gnawed at him.

She had endured too much on her young shoulders. Girls her age were still figuring out their path, attending

university lectures, partying, or scrolling endlessly through social media, but Jessica had already shouldered so

much for him.

Even now, after helping him recover from his injuries, she still joined hands with him to rebuild and reclaim what

he had lost.

Even with that, she is still worried, still fought his battles. Still put his needs first. It frustrated him, not because

of what she did, but because he didn’t want her to carry this much or suffer emotionally.

He rubbed his brow, the frustration and helplessness evident on his face. His eyes briefly moved to the table

where she had been working earlier before he had pulled her into his arms.

Papers lay scattered, files open, and her designs half-drafted. She had been so focused, determined. And yet,

she allowed herself to be distracted, concerned about smalicious gossip that wasn’t even true.

Sighing, Davis carefully pulled off the duvet covering them and quietly got up. He made his way to the bathroom,

filled a bowl with warm water, and returned.

He sat beside her and, with gentle hands carefulness, began wiping the sweat from her body. His movements

were slow and deliberate, as if every touch was a silent vow.

Recalling how shy she could get if she was awake—her cheeks always turned a lovely shade of red, and she

would often cover her face or grumble his nin frustration whenever he teased her. The memory made him

smile softly.

But even caring for her like this, cleaning her after their intimacy, felt like a task he wanted to perfect. He didn’t

rush it. He saw it as his way of returning the affection she always poured into him.

When he was done, he placed the bowl aside and returned to the bathroom to take a cold shower himself, trying

to cool down both his body and his racing thoughts.

After drying off, he wrapped himself in a robe and walked over to the table. Sitting down, he looked through the

documents and files she had been working on.

One after another, he went through them, understanding her thought process as well as business decision

process, he made decisions where needed, left comments and notes, corrected sfigures, and offered

suggestions. Then he got to the final file—the design draft.

Davis chuckled quietly. "Seems | can’t escape this," he murmured, fondly recalling the times he had sat beside

her while she worked on designs, pretending not to be interested, though his eyes had always followed her hand,

her strokes, her choices. He sighed.

He picked up a pencil and, with steady hands, completed the unfinished design.

Then, inspired by a sudden thought, he began drawing a new one from scratch. His expression was calm and

focused, every line drawn with so much emotion, attention and gentleness.

When he was satisfied, he scrawled a small note beside it: "My thanks." Though, a brief word yet it couldn't

actually express how he felt. He stared at the sketch for a while and glanced at the sleeping lady, a smile

tugging at his lips.

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cbirtSins. He glanced over at Jessica,

still sound asleep, and smiled tiredly.

He knew she would scold him for staying up so late if she finds out he was awake all through the night and he

wouldn't want that. He needed to return to sleep before she wakes up.

But not without carrying out this task. He picked up his phone and typed a message to Ethan: "Since Desmond

loves rumors, keep him trending in the headlines for one month."

Almost immediately, his phone rang. It was Ethan.

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"Understood," Ethan replied after a brief pause.

Davis nodded "That's more like it, I'll send the necessary information to your phone later. So that you'll know

what to work on."

Davis ended the call without another word and closed his eyes with contentment, finally allowing himself some

sleep.

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