Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 103: Missing 1

Chapter 103: Missing 1

Richard glanced at the duo briefly, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. Fate had its own way of weaving people together.

Despite the years of been apart, they had unknownly married to each. "Without another word, he turned and gently clicked the door shut behind him.

He believes that after the discovery, they had a lot to talk about and staying back, he becomes a third wheel.

With Richard exiting the hall, silence settled between them. Davis stared at Jessica with an intensity that made her heartbeat falter for a moment.

He still couldn’t believe the extent to which she had gone to shield him, to protect him—even at the risk of her own life. Moved beyond words, he wheeled himself toward her, his fingers reaching for her hand with the utmost care, as though she might shatter under the slightest pressure.

"Does it still hurt?" His voice was thick with emotion, his gaze tender and searching.

Jessica glanced at their joined hands before meeting his eyes. "Not really," she replied softly. "The injuries aren’t much and will heal soon with proper medication. Besides, I’m still the one providing the treatment."

Davis swallowed hard, his throat tightening as he watched her. His Adam’s apple bobbed slightly, his emotions an overwhelming force within him.

Jessica found herself staring at him too, her mind drifting back to the terrifying moment of the attack.

She had narrowly escaped death. She was well aware of her own strength, but it had been a long time since she’d been pushed to such limits.

The pursuit had been relentless, more intense than she had anticipated. But what had unsettled her the most was that she hadn’t cared about the risk—her only concern had been Davis.

She had thrown caution to the wind, something she never did. But why?Jessica quickly pushed the thought away.

Sensing his unwavering gaze on her, she looked up, only to find herself trapped in the storm of emotions swirling in his deep eyes.

Davis studied her, memorizing every detail of her poised yet breathtakingly fragile expression.

She was composed, strong, yet undeniably beautiful. His breath hitched slightly, and as the weight of everything he had just uncovered crashed down on him, his chest tightened.

Not wanting to dwell on the moment, Jessica stood up smoothly, walking behind his wheelchair. Without a word, she began pushing him toward his room, knowing he had yet to be properly shown around the house.

After several turns down the lavishly decorated corridors, she stopped in front of a grand, magnificent door and pulled out a set of keys from her pocket and with ease, she unlocked it.

As the door swung open, a flood of warm golden light spilled into the space, illuminating the luxurious room beyond.

Davis wheeled himself in, his sharp eyes scanning the room as he took in the little details—the furnishings, the elegant and simple décor, with the subtle personal touches that brings the room to life.

Without a second thought, he reached back and lightly pushed the door, letting it click shut behind them.

Jessica was about to explain the layout of the room when, in one swift motion, Davis pulled her onto his lap.

Before she could react, his hands cupped her face, and he captured her lips in an intense, consuming kiss.

Jessica stiffened, instinctively trying to pull away, but the warmth of his touch, the electrifying feeling and her heart beating wildly weakened her resistance.

Slowly, her resistance faded away and her body responded with same fervor as his despite the rational voice in her mind telling her to stop.

Time seemed to slow, the world outside fading away until there was only the two of them.

When Davis finally broke the kiss, his lips hovered close to hers, his breath warm against her skin. His arms tightened around her as he whispered,

"Can we not talk about this divorce ever again?"

Jessica blinked, her breath unsteady as she pulled back slightly to look at him. A smirk tugged at her lips.

"Why?" she asked, arching a brow, teasing yet wary.

Davis met her gaze, emotions unconcealed swirling in his orbs. "Because," he murmured, his voice almost a plea, "I can’t cope with losing you." Jessica felt her breathe hitched.

~Allen’s family house~

The Allen family members sat in tensed silence, the weight of the situation at hand weighing heavily on them. The air felt heavy, thick with anxiety and unspoken fears.

Elder Allen leaned on his cane, his face not betraying his emotion, though his sharp eyes flickered with an icy edge. He had always been a man of control, but at this moment, even he couldn’t mask his growing impatience.

Aaron sat back on the couch, his posture deceptively relaxed, but his mind was racing non stopping as he tried piece everything together, analyzing every possibility. His brows furrowed slightly, deep in thought.

Across from him, Vera’s fingers fidgeted in her lap. She kept glancing around the room, her heart hammering in her chest with trepidation . The tension was suffocating, and the uncertainty gnawed at her.

Desmond, unlike the others, couldn’t sit still. He paced back and forth, his phone pressed to his ear as he made frantic calls. Every unanswered ring, every unsatisfactory response, only added to his agitation. His frustration was written all over his face.

"Any updates?" Elder Allen’s voice rang out again, his tone colder than before. He had asked this question too many times, yet the silence that followed each time only fueled his frustration.

Still, no one had a clear answer.

The Old man clenched his fists slightly. He wanted to believe that Jessica was with Davis, that she had managed to protect him. But how? How could one woman stand against several armed men?

And if she couldn’t... then what had happened to them?

The news of Davis Allen falling under attack by hoodlums circulated so fast within the environs that they couldn’t help thinking if it was premeditated or an