Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 74: Shopping Mall 2

Chapter 74: Shopping Mall 2

"Yeah. I will do it." Davis took a deep breathe then slowly the wheelchair made its entrance into the mall.

Jessica holding Davis hand noticed his grip tightening on her fingers as the go further and further into the mall.

Pamela look at the duo, one on the wheelchair, the other standing by shielding the seated from the wind and rain. Her lips curled upward.

"What section do we go to first?" Let’s start with the female section. They nodded in unison.

Whispers rippled through the mall like a quiet storm. Several heads turned, eyes widening in recognition, curiosity, and, in some cases, thinly veiled shock.

Davis felt the weight of their stares pressing down on him, heavy and suffocating. It was the moment he had dreaded—the scrutiny, the murmurs, the silent judgments.

"Is that Davis Allen?"

"Wow... the heir of the Allen family? In a wheelchair?"

"He hasn’t been seen in public for so long... I thought—"

"No need to think, from a reliable source I heard he has removed from the Allen family register....

"It seems that lady beside him is the wife his family married for him....

"That’s unfortunate, from grace to grass...

He even became a psychopath abusing his staff...

Jessica felt the tremor in his fingers, the way his body stiffened under their watchful eyes. Without hesitation, she squeezed his hand, grounding him. Her expression remained calm, unaffected, as if their stares meant nothing.

Pamela, walking a step ahead, let out an amused chuckle. "What a vibrant fan, you have" she chimed, her voice just loud enough for those nearby to hear. She tossed her hair back, flashing an indifferent smile at them.

Ethan’s face was unreadable as he silently maneuvered the wheelchair with practiced ease. His protective stance, coupled with Jessica’s unwavering presence, made it clear—Davis Allen was not to be pitied.

Davis swallowed hard, forcing himself to look ahead, not at the sea of judgmental eyes but at the woman beside him. Jessica walked as if she carried the world’s confidence, unbothered, undaunted.

"Jessica..." His voice was low, uncertain.

She turned to him, her smile soft yet firm. "You are still you, Davis. Let them look. Don’t you think they are marveling at how handsome you have become after staying out the public eyes for a long time"

A smile played on his lips as he slow exhaled. He wasn’t sure if he believed her just yet, but seeing her believing in him with confidence, he decided to believe himself.

"Alright," he murmured. "Let’s shop."

As they entered the ladies wing of the mall, Jessica directed Ethan to move to a more comfortable position. She opened her bag and picked her ear buds and skillfully attached the to his ears... Then she selected a nice music for him. Davis smiled.

You are really prepared." He chimed with a smile.

Jessica smirked as she adjusted the volume on his earbuds. "Of course. I knew you’d need a little distraction but with time, it won’t be necessary."

Davis let out a soft chuckle, his earlier tension easing slightly. The melody filled his ears, drowning out the lingering murmurs and curious gazes.

It wasn’t just the music—it was Jessica’s thoughtfulness and preparedness, the way she anticipated his emotions and acted without making a big deal out of it. It never occurred to him to shut himself off through this method.

Pamela, already browsing through a rack of dresses, glanced at them and shook her head with amusement. "Jessica, are you shopping for yourself or babysitting Davis?"

Jessica grinned and crossed her arms. "Why not both?" She turned to Davis, tilting her head. "I think you can manage yourself here while we get the clothes tried and purchased." She smirked.

Davis nodded, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest of his wheelchair. "I suppose I can be your personal judge today or what do you think?"

"Perfect" Jessica said with a wink before heading toward the clothing racks.

As she moved through the store, effortlessly picking out dresses, Davis found himself watching her, not just with admiration but with a strange sense of peace. For the first time in a long while, he wasn’t trapped in his thoughts.

Maybe today wouldn’t be so bad after all.

Pamela and Jessica began a carefully selection of clothes amidst laughter and jokes. The air warm that even Ethan’s tensed muscle began relaxing.

The tranquility and laughter of the shopping was cut short with the arrival of Risa and her friend Tracia.

"Who do we have here?" Risa smirked as she walked in to the lounge. She glanced at Davis sitting on the wheelchair, then at Pamela the unrecognized daughter of the Allen... she clapped mockingly.

"It seems the rejected household of the Allen came for shopping", Risa taunted.

"Yes. They really came to shop but I think you only came to check the site.

"Why do I have to check the site?" She muttered.

"Risa, I heard your father say the Brown family is falling, have you recovered from the fall?". Jessica sneered.

Risa’s smirk faltered for a moment before she quickly masked it with an arrogant chuckle. "Oh, Don’t you think that when the Brown family is falling, you are inclusive?" she scoffed.

"Unlike you, I don’t have to worry about my place in my family. You, on the other hand, are nothing but an outsider leeching off my father’s goodwill."

Jessica didn’t even glance at her as she ran her fingers along the fabric of a dress, inspecting it with care. "Goodwill?" she echoed, her tone amused.

"I really appreciate that goodwill that changed my name to Allen, don’t you think I am lucky to be associated with the rejected family than be saddled with rumours of killing due to substandard products?

Risa’s face darkened. "Watch your mouth!"

Pamela, who had been quietly observing, let out a slow, mocking whistle. "Oof, Risa, it must hurt to hear the truth, right?"

She said with a smirk. "And about your family’s fall—Jessica asked a question. What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?"

Tracia, sensing the shift in power, quickly stepped in. "Risa doesn’t need to answer you lowlives," she snapped.

"She has more important things to do than waste time with a cripple and a couple of nobodies."

The moment the words left her mouth, the air grew tense. Davis, who had remained silent, slowly lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes locking onto Tracia. His grip tightened slightly, but his expression remained cold.

Jessica, however, let out a soft chuckle. "A cripple?" she repeated, tilting her head as she studied Tracia with a slow, measuring gaze.

"Interesting. Do you say the same about the billionaires in wheelchairs who could buy and sell your entire existence ten times over?"

Tracia opened her mouth but faltered. She knew she can’t stand up to the Allen family. Though, she wants to support her friend but she didn’t want to place her family in jeopardy.