Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 111: Missing 2

Chapter 111: Missing 2

~ Jessica’s mansion~

It had been more than 72 hours since they vanished from the scene of the attack, and just as Jessica had predicted, Desmond had declared them missing.

He had done that without even sending out the Allen’s family security service and search team which Davis has always equipped and financed for any eventualities.

Davis sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the television screen, which hadn’t stopped speculating about his time in the Allen family, his tragic accident, and now—his mysterious disappearance following another attack. The media was relentless, feeding the public with endless theories and imagination.

Jessica entered the bedroom carrying a tray of freshly cut fruits. Davis immediately beckoned her closer. She walked toward him, and without a word, he took the plate from her hands, setting it on the bedside table before effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.

Jessica raised a questioning brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "What do you think you’re doing?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

These past few days had been an eye-opener for her. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that Davis Allen was incredibly clingy.

One second she stepped away, and the next, he was looking for her. It was as though he will prefer to wear her around his neck.

"Davis Allen, if my memory serves me right, you didn’t even want this marriage. So why are you acting so clingy now?" she teased, her tone light yet curious.

Davis chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist which he come to become familiar and attracted to. "That? Oh, it was just a slip of the tongue, you know," he said, flashing a teasing grin before capturing her lips in a slow, consuming kiss.

Jessica’s body stiffened at first, but then she melted into the kiss, responding with the same fervor. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate gentleness, yet there was an unmistakable hunger in the way he held her.

His hands slowly traced up her back, sending electrifying waves of warmth coursing through her body. A soft moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Davis’s right hand slid over her waist, upward until his fingers brushed against the soft curve of her breast. He caressed her teasingly, his touch light yet and seductive making her shiver under his hand.

Jessica gasped, her breathe hitched as her heart drummed wildly in her chest. She tried to pull away, but Davis held her firmly in place.

"Stop—Davis," she protested weakly, though even she could hear how unconvincing she sounded.

He ignored her request. His hand continued its slow exploration, his fingers skillfully finding every sensitive spot that made her tremble.

Her mind waged a battle between resistance and surrender, but her body had already made its choice, drawing him closer to herself may be that way the heat against her skin will be relieved but—She only found herself falling deeper and deeper into the moment.

Before now, Jessica had always trusted her body not to respond to any touch though she didn’t have any emotional involvement with the opposite sex aside having her sworn brothers , but it seemed Davis Allen had made it his mission to dismantle every barrier she had built.

His lips trailed down her neck, planting slow, lingering kisses that ignited a fire deep within her. Every inch of her skin burned under his touch. Jessica couldn’t believe it.

She felt herself losing control, her body responding to him in ways she never anticipated. A sudden wave of heat coursed through her, pooling in places she refused to acknowledge.

Her breath hitched as she felt the unmistakable dampness between her thighs. She is wet "No"...Panic set in.

With a sharp gasp, she broke away from his embrace and stumbled to her feet. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Her face was flushed a deep crimson, and her heart pounded so wildly she dared not look at him.

She turned away, forcing herself to steady her trembling hands as she walked back to the bed. Sitting down, she struggled to regain her composure, pressing her palms against the sheets while taking deep breaths.

Just as she was beginning to steady her thoughts, Davis reached over, holding a piece of cut fruit to her lips. His eyes glinting with gentleness had traces of amusement dancing within.

Without a word, she parted her lips and accepted the fruit, her teeth sinking into its sweet flesh. Before she could fully process the moment, a faint knock sounded on the door, breaking the charged silence between them.

Their gazes snapped toward the door, their voices ringing out in unison. "Come in."

The doorknob turned, and the door swung open. A handsome young man stepped inside, his presence commanding yet unfamiliar.

Davis frowned slightly. Over the past few days, he had come to recognize most of Jessica’s men, but this one wasn’t among them. His gaze flickered toward her, seeking an explanation.

Jessica, catching his expression, smirked lightly. She had a growing suspicion—Davis Allen was not just protective; he was possessive. He might not have openly admitted it, but when it came to his wife, he was both domineering and territorial.

"You’re here. Sit down," Jessica said casually, motioning toward the couch.

Terry nodded in acknowledgment, his demeanor calm but focused. For the past few days, he had been in the city, closely monitoring the movements within the Brown and Allen families.

Jessica glanced at Davis as he wordlessly lifted another piece of fruit to her lips. Without hesitation, she accepted it, chewing thoughtfully.

"How did it go?" she finally asked, shifting her attention back to Terry.

Terry cleared his throat lightly before beginning. "Your father visited the Allen family to ask about you."

Jessica’s brows furrowed as she snapped her head toward him. Her mind raced.

George Brown? Visiting the Allen family?

For a fleeting moment, she wondered—had he finally grown a conscience? Had her accident, and now her disappearance, made him realize the weight of his actions? Was it possible that he regretted his neglect?

But then, Terry’s next words hit her like a bucket of ice water.

"Or rather," he continued, his tone edged with irony, "he asked them to compensate him by helping the Brown family through the storm."

A bitter laugh bubbled up Jessica’s throat. How naïve of her. Even after everything, a part of her still clung to the foolish hope that George Brown could change. That maybe, just maybe, he would care for her as a father should.

But no.

His visit had nothing to do with concern. It wasn’t about her at all. It was about money. About using her disappearance as leverage.

Davis exhaled sharply beside her. He had come to know the Brown family as shameless, it seems they upgrade their shameless attitude every day.

He didn’t want to imagine it but it seems ridiculous how a father is more interested in profits than in the child’s well-being.

Jessica scoffed at herself, berating the sliver of hope she had held onto. Why do I keep expecting them to be different? Why do I still long for something I lost fifteen years ago?

Sensing the turmoil in her heart, Davis reached out, taking her hand in his. His fingers gently caressed hers in a silent reassurance.

"You don’t have to care about them, okay?" His voice was soft and firm. A reminder that she isn’t alone anymore while he silently promised to fill every vaccum in her life.

Jessica took a deep breath, steadying herself before turning back to Terry. "So, what answer did Desmond give him?"

Terry leaned back slightly. "He told him to leave. Said the Allen family wouldn’t be able to provide any compensation since they were still searching for you."

Jessica’s lips curled into a smirk. She is not surprised of Desmond’s response.

Davis, however, narrowed his eyes. He knew Desmond, he knew he wasn’t the type to let an opportunity like this slip away so easily. So what is going on?

Jessica tilted her head slightly, deep in thought. "And my father’s reaction?"

Terry hesitated for a moment before replying, "He wasn’t pleased, but he didn’t push too hard either. I think he’s testing the waters, seeing how far the Allen family is willing to go."

Jessica clicked her tongue. "Of course, he is. He wouldn’t want to burn the bridge completely—he still wants a way in."

Davis sighed at the thought of George Brown unrelenting pursuit of wealth from the Allen. Though grateful, he found a wife through them.

Jessica brow furrowed in contemplation. She knew George Brown well enough. He was a man who didn’t act unless he saw a benefit. If he had taken the step to approach the Allens, it meant he was desperate. And desperate men made reckless decisions.

"I think it is time to reclaim my mother’s company." She said. Terry and Davis shot her a questioning look. "Summon Richard with you to go over to the Brown family to invest." She smirked coldly.

Terry shifted slightly. "There’s more."

Jessica raised an eyebrow. "Go on."

Terry’s expression darkened. "After leaving the Allen estate, he was seen meeting with someone from the Bradley family."

Jessica stilled.

Davis tensed beside her. "Bradley?" His voice was laced with suspicion.

Terry nodded grimly. "It’s unclear what they discussed, but it can’t be good news."

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