Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 219: How did you manage this?

Though Adah had spoken with energy and warmth which made Jessica feel relaxed and at home—being

accommodating. She didn’t feel that way toward Tricia.

Tricia on her own part had remained silent. Her attention was entirely fixed on Davis, and she barely

acknowledged Jessica's presence in the room.

Her gaze was intense, longing, and a little too transparent for comfort. Jessica subtly glared at Davis, her eyes

bearing an accusation of him attracting peach blossoms even in the midst of friends.

Alex glanced toward Tricia, waiting for her to contribute, at least a polite word or two to help Jessica feel more at

ease among them.

But Tricia remained still, her lips tight, her posture rigid. It was evident she wasn’t here to make friends—

especially not with Jessica.

But Jessica, having noticed Tricia’s undisguised interest in her husband, shook her head lightly. With one thought

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"Tricia, right?" she said, as though just realizing her presence. Tricia blinked and looked at her. Jessica continued,

her voice polite but laced with subtle authority, "It's a pleasure meeting you."

A subtle smirk curved her lips as she watched Tricia’s expression twist with suppressed rage.

Jessica's words, though courteous, carried an undercurrent that didn’t go unnoticed. Tricia’s face twisted subtly

in frustration, a forced smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Well, | appreciate that you've had the opportunity to visit, you're welcome. Although you won't be staying in

Noveria, we do hope to see you around often."

"Thanks, | really appreciate that," Jessica replied smoothly.

Even though part of her was curious to know the kind of friends Davis had managed to keep over the years, she

was grateful that at least a few of them were willing to accept her as his wife.

Lucas took a quiet sip from his glass before setting it down. His eyes drifted to Davis's motionless legs, and

something in him tightened. His breath caught slightly.

"Davis, it still feels surreal seeing you in a wheelchair," he said, his tone heavy with disbelief.

"Lucas, you may find it hard to believe, but this is my reality now. One that’s not going away anytsoon,"

Davis said, his voice low.

"What exactly happened?" Alex asked, his brows furrowed. "Because, honestly, I'm still confused. And then

suddenly hearing about your marriage—it’s just a lot to process."

Davis smiled faintly and looked from them to Jessica, who sat calmly beside him. A grateful smile curved his lips.

He reached for her hand and held it tightly, as though drawing silent strength from her.

"It’s a long story," he said. "I got a call that one of our branches here was under attack—something about a new

product launch. I flew in immediately... but the next thing | knew, everything turned to chaos. Then blackout. And

here we are."

The room fell silent. The weight of the moment settled over them like a thick fog.

Alex exhaled slowly. "What's the status of your treatment? Have you launched a full investigation?"

"Treatment... ongoing, with limited hope. Investigation... already underway," Davis replied in clipped tones.

Alex nodded. "We tried reaching out after the initial reports, but the news that followed was vague and hard to

trust. Then cthe rumors that your company was shutting down. We tried digging into it ourselves, but things

were already tangled. And before we knew it, your uncle—under the title of acting CEO—released an internal

memo."

Davis leaned back slightly in his chair. "How's the market been since then? Any major shifts?"

Lucas, always up-to-date and in tune with the latest business trends, jumped in to answer. He gave a detailed

analysis of the market shifts, competitive trends, and the status of their industry—his voice crisp and confident.

"What do you think the Allen Group's take now in the market should be?"

Lucas straightened briefly "It’s tough to estimate. Confidence in Allen Group dipped sharply after the rumors

about your health and the company’s instability. Your uncle made saggressive changes—swere

strategic, others questionable. The competitors took advantage, of course."

Jessica joined the discussion, offering perspectives that surprised everyone with their depth and clarity.

"So... what's your plan now?" Matt asked finally.

Davis's reply was swift. "Simple. Relaunching the company—next week."

"What?!" they all exclaimed, eyes wide in disbelief.

Matt leaned forward, stunned. "That's impossible. The company was nearly gutted—systems, reputation, staff,

everything. Relaunching in a week... is like pulling off a miracle."

"Well," Jessica said with a dazzling smile, "the plans are already in motion. And we're hoping we can count on

your support."

Reaching into her handbag, she retrieved a stack of meticulously designed invitation cards. The room fell quiet

again. Even Davis blinked in surprise.

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Lucas held her gaze, something unreadable in his eyes. But then, he sighed and took the card. "I won't

disappoint you," he murmured.

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The rest of the room looked on with a mix of admiration and surprise.

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"How did you manage this?" he whispered close to her ear.

Jessica smiled softly, leaning into his warmth.

"I'll tell you," she whispered back, her voice low and firm, "when we get back."

Then Davis planted a gentle, appreciative kiss on her lips—ignoring the stunned silence that briefly enveloped

the room.

The relaunch was no longer a distant hope. It was happening. And with Jessica by his side, it seemed like even

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