Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 264: Escape...

Chapter 264: Escape...

"You’re right—pregnant in the stomach, not the legs or hands," she smirked, tying her hair into a bun.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at Davis worriedly. "Will you be okay?" she asked, helping him hurriedly remove his suit, leaving him in just his shirt with the sleeves rolled up.

With sharp precision, they raced through the hall, avoiding obstacles in their path.

Behind them, the guards had reached the corridor, their shouts echoing after them. A gunshot rang out, bouncing off the walls and sending a sharp tremor down Jessica’s spine.

"They’re armed," Davis murmured grimly.

"What do you think?" Jessica panted, unable to deny that her energy had faded slightly. She blamed the pregnancy—though right now, it felt more like a hindrance than a blessing.

After covering half the hallway, her eyes caught sight of a control panel on the wall. She halted in her tracks, prompting Davis to stop.

With a quick exchange of glances, Davis bent down, giving her the chance to climb onto his shoulders as he carefully lifted himself from the ground.

He wouldn’t deny that he was taking a huge risk—but they needed to cover their tracks. They couldn’t let the lights hinder their escape. Right now, a successful escape was all that mattered.

With Davis standing tall, her hands reached the control panel. His legs ached, but no matter how painful it was, he had to bear it.

With swift precision, she pried the panel open using a pin she pulled from her bangle, replacing it immediately.

She pulled a pair of pliers from her hip band, her gloves already on.

Another gunshot.

Closer this time.

Jessica worked furiously, sparks flying from the panel as she bypassed the access code. Her fingers danced over the connections until—

The entire corridor plunged into darkness.

Davis gently lowered her. "Are you okay?" he murmured into the dark. Carefully, he grasped her hand, and together they raced forward, each guiding the other by tracing the walls with their free hand.

They reached the end of the hallway. A heavy steel door stood ajar—clearly pried open by her team. A faint stream of moonlight filtered in, offering their only source of light.

With a swift move, they slipped through the doorway, both gasping for breath. They hadn’t expected the hallway to be this long.

They paused, breathing heavily, eyes scanning for any enemy lurking in the dark. Their pupils adjusted to the low light, ears heightened, straining for the slightest sound.

"We’ve got to shut this damn door," she muttered through gritted teeth. Both of them took position and, with all the strength they could muster, slowly pushed the heavy door shut. It clicked with a loud thud.

Jessica pulled out the thick wooden beam her subordinates had used to keep the door open and blocked it.

"Let’s go," they said in unison, taking off once more—racing across the open field, carefully counting their steps to avoid hidden traps.

Voices still echoed behind them, but they were fading now. With the whole building plunged into darkness, pursuit became much more difficult.

After a few tense minutes, they reached a secluded area where their car was parked.

Ethan stepped out, holding the passenger door open. His eyes widened as the two of them emerged like shadows from the abyss.

"Get it started!" Jessica screamed. "Now!"

Ethan didn’t hesitate.

Davis and Jessica quickly jumped into the car, slamming the doors shut. Ethan hit the accelerator, tires screeching as the vehicle sped off—disappearing into the night.

The shadow guards followed suit, vanishing into the darkness, leaving the base in complete disarray.

With steady speed, precision, and skill, Ethan maneuvered the car out of the danger zone. After navigating a hidden route for two hours, they finally reached the main road.

Jessica, who had sat with clenched fists and a tense body for the past two hours, finally let out a breath. Seeing the familiar road ahead eased the tightness in her chest. Her shoulders slumped in exhaustion, her body weakened by relief, and the adrenaline that had kept her going began to fade.

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number. "Any casualties?" she asked, her heart pounding.

"None at the moment," came the response.

"Evacuated?" she asked, her tone more serious now.

"Fully evacuated."

"That’s great..." she muttered, the phone sliding from her hand.

Slowly, she rested her head on Davis’s shoulder. "Hubby... I’m tired," she murmured.

Davis smiled lightly and pulled her into his arms, his eyes tracing the features of her face as the streetlamps flickered past the car window.

"You can sleep. Hubby will protect you," he whispered.

He hadn’t expected her to go through with this mission. She had insisted on coming, and for a long time, he questioned if it had been the right decision.

But she had fought gallantly for their escape. She had surprised him in more ways than he could count. Taking this risk, just to help him uncover the truth—Davis couldn’t quite put his emotions into words.

It had been a rollercoaster of a night. Never had he expected to break into a high-security prison and escape.

"Ethan, adjust the temperature, please. It’s dropping fast—she might catch a cold," he instructed gently.

He carefully draped a blanket over Jessica, making sure she was warm and comfortable.

Davis couldn’t help but wonder, How many times has she embarked on life-and-death missions like this... as the Mafia goddaughter?

His mind swirled with unanswered questions. Should I be grateful... or worried about her?

~At Jessica’s Mansion~

Deborah paced the sitting room anxiously, clutching a sweater tightly to her chest, another one draped over her arm. She kept glancing out the window, hoping for any sign of their arrival.

By the time they got home, it was already 3:00 a.m.

As the car pulled into the compound, Deborah exhaled in relief and rushed out to welcome them—but stopped short when she saw Jessica sound asleep, Davis gently waking her with a soft whisper.

"Baby... baby, wake up. We’re home," Davis called gently.

Jessica stirred slightly, her eyes still closed. She wanted to sleep a little longer.

"Come on, we’re home now. You’ll sleep much more comfortably once you’re inside," he coaxed softly yet no response.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to Deborah, who was waiting by the entrance.

"Deborah, you can go inside. I’ll take care of her."

Deborah nodded in understanding and quietly made her way into the house.

Ethan stood beside the car, awaiting further instructions. Davis glanced down at Jessica’s face and sighed softly.

"She’s completely exhausted," he murmured.

Then, turning to Ethan, he said, "Take care of the team. Make sure everything around here is secure."

While Ethan was still processing the instruction, Davis stepped out of the car and carefully lifted Jessica into his arms.

With steady, purposeful steps, his gait filled with determination and care he carried her bridal-style toward their bedroom, skillfully avoiding the sightlines of any subordinates on night duty who might blow his cover.

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