Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 265: Not in the news....

Chapter 265: Not in the news....

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor of the spacious bedroom. The clock hanging deftly on the wall struck 10 AM, yet the occupants of the bedroom remained in deep slumber.

The tense air surrounding them several hours ago had settled into silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic rise and fall of the duo’s steady breathing.

Jessica lay curled up beside Davis, her head resting gently against his chest, his arm protectively around her.

Their faces bore traces of fatigue, with dark shadows beneath their eyes, brows furrowed slightly from the residual weight of the night’s danger.

But now, in the soft glow of the quiet morning, they looked peaceful and safe together.

A faint vibration on the bedside table buzzed insistently. It was Jessica’s phone followed by the second device—Davis’s phone, also on the table, buzzing with notifications piled up, lighting the screens one after another. News alerts. Missed calls. Messages.

Davis stirred first, his arm tightening slightly around her instinctively before his eyes slowly opened.

He blinked lightly against the soft light to steady his gaze. Lowering his head, he kissed her hair softly, it was the first thing that came into his line of sight.

Slowly, he adjusted her in his arms, and for a moment, he simply watched her face as though he wanted to imprint the moment into his heart. Carefully, he brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Babe," he called softly.

"Baby... Jess... come on... wake up," he murmured as he nudged her arm briefly with so much care as though she were a fragile porcelain doll.

She groaned softly, her voice muffled. "Five more minutes."

Davis chuckled quietly. "Your phone’s already having a seizure. I think you should pick it up," he whispered as he planted featherlight kisses on her fluttering eyelashes, his hand slowly tracing and caressing her arms and body.

Jessica’s brows furrowed as she reluctantly opened her eyes. She slowly sat up, her muscles stiff, her mind still catching up to the fact that they were home and safe.

She took a deep breath and memories of the event last night surfaced, her breath hitched as she recalled she had slept off in the car.

Quickly, she glanced around and noticed she was sleeping in the bedroom, her clothes changed from jeans and polo to pajamas.

She sighed and rubbed her head. "You... yo... you carried me... in?" she stammered.

Disbelief riddled her features. "What do you think?" he smirked.

Her face turned beet red, her gaze averted. "You were—" he began, but noticing the shift in her face, he raised a brow. "What were you thinking?"

He asked as he flipped over, letting her lie beneath him. She gasped in surprise, hands flapping as she grabbed his shoulders.

Carefully, he studied her face. "Are you by any means..." He started, lowering his head to plant a light kiss on her lips. She gulped.

"Davis stop, I... was... I wasn’t thinking of anything," she murmured, eyes darting to anything in the room but him.

"Why do I get the feeling you’re lying?" he smirked, his hand slowly finding its way under her fabric. Her body tensed lightly, her breath hitched, and her hand instinctively pressed against his chest to stop him.

Her gaze, unconsciously falling on his lips, lingered as though following a silent command, her hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Without further comment, he kissed her deeply, yet gently as though embedding every unspoken word into it. By the time he pulled away, she was already gasping for breath.

Settling beside her again, he pulled her into his arms. "I didn’t do anything other than carry you in," he murmured.

Jessica felt her heart lurch to her throat. "What?! Carried me in? Like—you walked?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Or do you think I flew in?" he asked, a smile dancing on his lips. Jessica shook her head, thoughts swirling fast and questions rolling out like stones.

"Were you seen? By who? Why didn’t you wake me up?"

Yet deep down, she wished she’d been awake to see her imagination come true.

"Don’t worry, nobody saw—except Ethan. It was a wish come true for me," he answered, leaving her stunned.

She’d thought it was all in her imagination, never expecting it to be his wish.

Her gaze locked on his. "Keep looking at me like that and you might not leave this bed again. Besides, there are several wa—"

"You are impossible. Hooligan," she muttered, glaring at him.

Then, the vibration came again.

She reached for the phone and swiped across the screen. Her gaze sharpened almost instantly.

She tapped open a headline, then another. Her lips parted slightly as she read aloud:

"Mysterious Attack on Government Detention Facility Leaves No Trace—Authorities Baffled."

"High-Security Cell Breached. Suspect Interrogated and Left Alive. No Footage. No Evidence."

Davis’s eyes narrowed. "The authorities reported?."

She nodded, scrolling through the barrage of news. "No footage. No physical evidence. Just speculation and conspiracy theories."

"They don’t know who it was." He exhaled in relief. "Good. That gives us room to move."

Jessica nodded, already tapping through encrypted messages from her team. "My people cleared the footprints. Disabled surveillance inside and out. They followed protocol.

The Brotherhood’s name wasn’t mentioned anywhere. Neither was ours."

A short pause, then Davis said, "We still have something to do today."

She looked at him, eyes softening. "I’ll be going for a checkup. And maybe we can go visit the old man at the hospital."

Davis nodded. "I’ll go with you for every checkup. I want to witness every stage of his development. And if you’re visiting the old man, I might as well come. I need to ask him a few questions—to get a clearer picture," he murmured.

Jessica kissed him lightly. "Hubby is great," she said, her lips curling into a smile. She slowly swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Let’s get ready."

Later That Morning

Jessica emerged from the bathroom dressed in a soft cream blouse and tailored black slacks, her hair pulled into a neat ponytail. Davis, dressed in a black shirt and black slacks, was adjusting the final button on his sleeve.

His usual wheelchair sat waiting by the door. "Are you sure you can go through the checkup with me?" she asked.

"Of course. That’s my child. I will," Davis replied. "It might not take long."

Jessica’s lips pressed into a thin line. "Then let’s go."

As they walked toward the car waiting outside, a few subordinates stepped aside silently, nodding in respect.

Inside the car, Jessica checked the live news feed one last time.

Still no leads. No arrests. No trace.

They had made it out clean—for now.