Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption
Chapter 95: Arrival

Chapter 95: Arrival

Though it was faint, he noted her murmur to his request yet it didn’t pacify his anxiousness.

Davis’ grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles turned white. His breathing turned shallow as Jessica’s words echoed in his mind.

"I’m so tired... I need my beauty sleep."

Her voice had been playful, almost teasing, but Davis wasn’t fooled.

He could hear it the tremor in her voice. "She wants to sleep, she is tired" he kept on murmuring to himself as if analyzing the meaning of the statements.

There is a tinge of exhaustion laced beneath her words, the way her breath came too fast, and uneven could only mean—She’s hurt.

And the confirmation came when the male voice cut in.

"We are taking her to the base. The shadow guards with you will escort you safely to the base, so don’t panic. She’s just tired."

Just tired? Davis clenched his teeth. That was a lie. They wouldn’t have cut the call so quickly if she was only tired. They didn’t want him to worry, but have only succeeded in making his anxiety worse.

Ethan stole a glance at him and felt an unfamiliar wave of fear. He had seen Davis angry before—cold, calculating, and ruthless. But this... this time is more scarier.

Davis’ expression was eerily calm, but his eyes burned with a dangerous light, dark and unreadable. His fingers, which had been gripping his thighs, suddenly released, and he exhaled a long, shaky breath.

"Ethan."

"Is there anyway you can fasten this ride", he asked. He didn’t want this unnecessary delay. He can only see her to have relief.

Ethan’s heart pounded at his question. . "Sir, it is not possible because we don’t know the place and this security men are following strict orders from madam" he responded

He didn’t want to imagine them going after him if he should move with Davis at a high speed than this. The might even count him as opponent and seek his head.

Davis sighed, his smile fading as he listened to Ethan. With no option left, he gazed out the window with no interest in appreciating the fading scenery.

His fingers tapping restlessly against his leg. His mind was racing with thoughts of all the possible worst-case scenarios. She said she was tired. How much blood had she lost? Was she conscious? Is her body intact? How serious is her injury?

He gritted his teeth. He should have never let her go alone at most she will glare at them or punch him or give him the cold shoulder.

A single thought cemented itself in his mind "He must see her now."

The moment he saw her, the moment he confirmed she was safe—then he can think of other things.

~At another Part of the Road~

Richard lifted Jessica carefully into the car, his brows furrowed in concern as he felt the slight tremble in her body.

Her usually sharp and focused gaze was dulled with exhaustion, her breathing uneven. Small cuts and bruises littered her arms, the fabric of her clothes torn in places, stained with streaks of blood.

"Boss, are you okay?" Richard asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

Jessica gave him a lopsided smirk, though it lacked its usual arrogance. "I look fine, don’t I?" she quipped, but her voice was hoarse.

Richard sighed, glancing down at the deep gash on her forearm. "You need stitches."

"A minor stitch will do the magic, you shouldn’t fret over it," she murmured dismissively, resting her head against the seat.

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He had seen her fight before—seen her walk out of worse situations without batting an eye.

But something about the way she slumped in the seat, her body finally giving in after holding on for so long, made his stomach twist.

When they arrived at the scene, Jessica was already fighting against six opponents. By the time Richard and the others had stepped in, four were already down, groaning on the ground, barely conscious.

Her movements had been lethal—swift and precise but each comes with a dire price—severe loss of strength. It is clear, she used this movements to end this quick and clean but exhaustion from it had finally caught up to her.

The last two had managed to land a few hits before she took them down, but not without a cost.

She had barely managed to stay standing before Richard reached her side.

Now, in the car, he watched as she exhaled slowly, her body betraying her need for rest.

"We’re heading straight to the base," he said, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.

Jessica let out a tired hum of agreement, her eyes fluttering shut. She can only return, the journey to their villa is over, her joining the Allen is out of the question.

It is now clear, somebody don’t want her there but since they don’t want her as a staff, they should be prepared to met her as their boss.

After driving for two hours, the group escorting Davis arrived at the base.

A land covering about three hectares lay bare, it’s lawn well mowed, several villas built in a unique formation that adds beauty and grandeur to the landscape.

Who is she? What is she involved in? Rippled through their hearts.

Ethan tightened his grip on the steering wheel, his palms damp with sweat as the reality of their destination sank in.

This wasn’t just some safe house—this was an entire compound, meticulously designed and heavily secured.

Davis sat frozen in the backseat, his sharp eyes scanning the landscape. The villas stood tall in a calculated formation, their sleek designs exuding wealth and power.

He would have said she is a heiress but the Brown family aren’t in the upper echelon and even if they are—her status is low.

The well-manicured lawn stretched endlessly, giving off an eerie sense of serenity despite the underlying tension in the air.

As the massive white gates groaned open, revealing an inner perimeter, Ethan’s breath hitched. He had seen security before, but this was on a whole different level.

Several armed men patrolled the area, their movements precise and disciplined. Others stood strategically on rooftops, their gazes sharp, scanning for any threats. Not just bodyguards—trained professionals.

Davis gulped.

"Who is she exactly?" he thought, his mind racing. "What is she really involved in?"

His fingers twitched against his knee as he turned toward Ethan, who was equally stunned.

"This... this is not just some safe house," Ethan muttered, his voice almost reverent. "This is an entire operation."

Before Davis could respond, their car rolled to a stop. Immediately, a group of suited men approached, their expressions unreadable.

One of them being the leader—stepped forward and opened the door. Bowing lightly.

"Mr. Allen," he greeted smoothly, his eyes briefly flickering to Ethan before landing back on Davis.

"Welcome to the base. The lady is inside."

Davis nodded in response though he was anxious, he knows it is a basic courtsey and seeing their welcome, he was certain they were informed.

"Where is Jessica?" His voice was low and eerily calm. His patience was already stretched thin.

The man didn’t flinch. "She’s being attended to. Please, follow me."

Davis hesitated for a fraction of a second, then nodded. With a measurable comfort, he wheeled himself but then one of the men came forward and took on that role effortlessly.

Davis was grateful because if he had his leg, he don’t have a reason to be walking because he is not here for a tour.

Ethan grabbed his arm, his voice laced with concern.

"Sir, are you sure about this? We still don’t know what kind of place this is."

Davis shook him off, his jaw clenched. "I don’t care what kind of place this is. I just need to see my wife first then we can talk about the rest."

With that, he allowed the suited man to lead him, his heart pounding as he watched Davis disappear. With no option, Ethan quickly followed him.