Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 113: Are you ready?

Chapter 113: Are you ready?

At Jessica’s mansion, the atmosphere was tense following the reports Terry had just delivered.

Jessica remained silent for a moment, deep in contemplation. But then, Davis’s voice cut through the air with sharp decisiveness and brutality.

"Terry, run a background check on the Bradley family and keep a close watch on their movements as well ," he ordered, his tone firm and authoritative.

"Also, investigate the sons of the Bradley family. Take note of their weaknesses—we’ll find a way to use them to our advantage."

Jessica’s head snapped toward him, surprise flickering in her eyes. For the first time since their marriage, Davis was taking the lead, giving instructions with an air of command. His aura imposing,

and his presence undeniable.

Her heart leaped with joy at the change. Perhaps, in the near future, he would truly take charge of their affairs. But she suppressed her features, not letting her emotions show.

Following his lead, she added, "Tell our people in the marketing and accounting departments of the group to forward the last quarter’s reports."

Terry nodded in understanding. After a brief discussion, he took his leave.

Jessica’s gaze drifted back to Davis, her expression laced with appreciation. He noticed her look and raised a brow inquisitively. "What? Have I suddenly become more handsome?" he smirked.

Jessica feigned contemplation, tilting her head. "Not exactly. I just think you looked quite attractive while making those decisive commands."

Davis chuckled, pleased with her response. The past few days had been surprisingly blissful for him. It seemed the attack had, in an unexpected way, given him a fresh start away from the preying eyes of friends and foes.

"Alright, Can we focus on something more productive?" she teased.

Davis leaned forward, his gaze turning mischievous. "Something more productive... like what?" he drawled, his voice laced with suggestion.

Jessica felt heat creep up her cheeks, flustered by his insinuation.

"Davis Allen! Can you be serious for once?" she huffed, struggling to suppress her embarrassment. "I was talking about your therapy. What exactly is running through that head of yours all day?"

Davis chuckled, but he nodded in agreement, allowing her to shift the focus back to what truly mattered—his recovery.

Jessica swiftly exited the room to prepare the necessary equipment and medication for Davis’s therapy.

As the door closed behind her, Davis’s gaze lingered on it for a moment before he let out a quiet sigh.

Last night, Jessica had meticulously explained the various stages of his treatment process and what he should expect.

The treatment would focus on three key aspects—medical, physical, and psychological therapy—all carefully integrated.

It would also be conducted in structured phases, approximately five to six in total, each designed to gradually restore his mobility and strength.

A deep sigh escaped his lips. He had never imagined himself in such a situation, dependent on therapy to regain what had once been natural to him.

Just then, the door swung open, and Jessica re-entered, carrying some minor equipment, followed by a few guards bringing in the remaining materials.

Once everything was arranged, Jessica spun on her heels to face him, her expression serious yet encouraging.

"Finally, I have a simple question for you," she said, meeting his gaze directly. "Are you ready?"

Davis naturally understood why she was asking this question. Determination was crucial in achieving any feat, and his journey was no exception.

Transforming from a man who once stood tall to being confined to a wheelchair had taken mere seconds—a tragic accident. Yet, remaining crippled had lasted a year, and now, reclaiming his mobility would demand another half a year or more of relentless effort.

He sighed deeply. He had long resolved to heal, to regain his strength, and to protect what he held dear. But when Jessica voiced the question so directly, his heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

His gaze settled on her calm yet determined face, her eyes silently encouraging him to take that leap of faith.

]]Another woman had once shattered him, plunging him into despair and isolation. But now, this woman—the seemingly naïve and unassuming wife his uncle had chosen for him—had unexpectedly turned his world around. She wasn’t just his wife; she was his hope, his light at the end of the darkest tunnel.

With a deep breath, he nodded firmly.

Jessica’s lips curved into a gentle smile, and without hesitation, she bent down and placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Don’t worry," she whispered reassuringly. "I’ll be careful, so you won’t feel much pain."

Then, she straightened, her expression turning slightly more serious. "But as a doctor, I can’t do this alone. There’s someone I want to introduce to you—my sworn sister. You might have met before, but this time, she’ll be joining me in planning your treatment."

As she spoke, the door slowly clicked open, revealing a woman stepping in.

Jessica gestured toward her. "This is Bella," she introduced briefly.

Bella stepped forward confidently, her sharp yet warm gaze meeting Davis’s. She extended a hand. "Mr. Allen, we meet again."

Davis studied her for a brief moment before shaking her hand. "Indeed, we do."

Jessica smiled lightly as she observed the interaction between Davis and Bella.

She knew Bella had been utterly shocked when she first saw Davis at the dining hall—the day she had come to check on Jessica after she had collapsed from blood loss. At the time, Bella hadn’t expected to encounter him, especially in such an intimate setting.

Richard had previously informed Bella that Jessica was now married, but never in her wildest imagination had she thought Jessica’s spouse would be the enigmatic Davis Allen.

Memories of their past encounter resurfaced in Bella’s mind. Davis had once visited her office with a peculiar question—his persistence in finding someone had left her puzzled. But now, she had a better idea of why. He must have seen Jessica leaving her office back then.

Bella’s voice cut through the silence in the room

Jlas she turned to Davis. "Since it’s come to this point, do you remember I mentioned someone who might be able to handle your case? Well, she’s the one."

Davis’s sharp gaze shifted between them, his mind working quickly to connect the dots.

"The elusive doctor you mentioned?" he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity. His thoughts spun rapidly as he pieced together the fragments of information.

Jessica had admitted to being a doctor before—but she had never disclosed her full identity.

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