Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 199: A trip

Jessica quickly finished packing the last of their luggage. She stood up and stretched lightly, rolling her shoulders with a sigh of relief.

She looked around the room one last time, her eyes scanning for anything she might have forgotten. The soft rustling of fabric was the only sound that filled the quiet space.

Davis had told her the trip would only last a week, so she didn’t see the need to carry too much. After all, they could easily buy anything essential once they arrived at their destination.

With the whirlwind of recent events, Jessica viewed this business trip as a much-needed escape—a chance to breathe and perhaps find clarity amidst the chaos.

Jessica had finally decided to treat this business trip like a short vacation. It had been a long time since she traveled out of the country, and she knew she needed a break. A real one.

While she zipped up the final bag, Davis wheeled himself outside to take a phone call from one of his subordinates. Jessica quietly walked over to the nightstand and picked up her phone.

There was a message from the Santiagos she had been avoiding. Davis believed it was better not to ignore them but rather go long with them, which he believes will be more beneficial and stress free.

She typed a short, polite reply: "Let’s schedule the dinner for next two weeks when I am back. I’m on a business trip."

Just as she was about to set her phone down, another notification buzzed. Several photo attachments from Linda attached to message appeared on her screen. Jessica’s brows furrowed as she opened them, and a cold smile formed on her lips.

"Desmond is really impatient," she murmured.

She hadn’t expected him to move this fast. Or this foolishly. He had acted without thinking—a sign of desperation.

Jessica sighed, she had to act quickly to stop him from bringing harm. "I need to find a way to warn Alfred," she whispered to herself. "He must take the right steps to protect the Elder until I return."

Whatever Desmond’s intentions were, she would not allow harm to come to the Elder—not a single strand of his hair. She had to protect him at all cost. He has a lot to offer her —especially about her mother Nora and is very important to Davis as a grandfather.

While lost in thought, her phone dinged again. "When do we negotiate the acquisition of the Brown Group accordingly?" — Anders Group.

Jessica sighed. It seemed all her business matters wanted her attention now that she had finally decided to take a break. She didn’t even think too hard about it. She adjusted the meeting to a later date and sent a brief message to Richard: "Clear my schedules for the next few weeks."

She exhaled deeply. "Maybe Davis is right. I do need a break. To save my health."

She sat on the couch and began handling the remaining urgent messages. One to Linda—asking her to pass on her suspicion about Desmond’s motives to Alfred.

Another to Davis, requesting that he arrange more security around the Elder, since most of her own people were currently busy with other missions, while she made a mental note on requesting customized treatment plan for him through the Dean..

She had just completed all this when she heard the sound of a car approaching. A few seconds later, Davis rolled through the door in his wheelchair.

"Ready?" he asked.

Jessica nodded lightly. "I just finished packing. Planning to take a quick bath."

Davis nodded and smiled. "Then let’s make a quick bath for two. We leave in two hours." He said lightly.

Within minutes, Jessica had drawn a warm bath, and they both enjoyed a few moments of quiet before stepping out and preparing for departure.

Jessica stepped out of the walk-in closet, carrying a sleek leather carry-on. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant travel outfit—a cream blouse tucked into tailored beige pants. A long trench coat draped over her shoulders. Her hair was pulled neatly into a bun, and her phone was safely tucked into her handbag.

Their luggage was already lined up near the door. Davis sat by the entrance, dressed in a navy-blue cashmere sweater and dark jeans. His tablet was in hand as he double-checked a few things on his phone.

"You look stunning," he said, his eyes warm.

Jessica bent down and gently adjusted the scarf around his neck. "Thank you. But we’re taking it easy, remember? Your health comes first."

Davis chuckled. "Yes, ma’am. Doctor’s orders."

The maid stepped in just then, ready to carry the luggage down. Jessica double-checked everything before giving the go-ahead. Davis watched quietly, his eyes tracing her every instructions and move.

"Are you sure you’re not forgetting anything?" he asked as he glanced between the maids and the luggages.

Jessica gave a small nod. "I think I have gotten as much as we shall need but if there is any missing we can buy."

Davis looked at her and smiled. "It may not be necessary. Most of the business should be done in three days. That’ll give you enough time to finalize your designs."

She shrugged her shoulders lightly "no need to bother then."

Jessica took one last look around before she locked the bedroom door.

Outside, the sun was shining brightly. The air was warmer than usual, the temperature having risen a few degrees higher since morning.

The car was parked just in front of the entrance. The trunk stood open, ready to receive their luggage. Two bodyguards stood nearby, dressed in black suits and sunglasses, prepared to load and secure everything.

The house staff had gathered to see them off. Some gave small bows, others soft smiles—all showing their respect for the couple.

Richard, who had returned with Davis earlier, stepped toward them with a slight grin. His eyes briefly studied Jessica.

"Finally taking the trip?" he asked.

Jessica smiled and shrugged. "Never said I wouldn’t."

He stepped closer and pulled her into a brief hug. "Be careful. Don’t overdo anything. And don’t let Davis stress you out either."

She chuckled and nodded.

Then Richard turned to Davis. "Take care of her." freёweɓnovel.com

"Trust me," Davis replied firmly.

As they chatted briefly, the bodyguards loaded the luggage efficiently into the trunk. The driver got into the car and started the engine.

"Traffic is light this afternoon," Richard informed them. "Should be a smooth drive to the airport."

"Thanks," Jessica replied.

Davis moved toward the car, and Jessica walked beside him, gently guiding his wheelchair.

Jessica helped Davis into the backseat of the car, ensuring he was comfortable. Then she slipped in beside him and closed the door. Ethan took the front passenger seat while Richard got into his own car to follow behind.

As the vehicle slowly pulled out of the driveway, Jessica turned her head slightly and looked out the tinted window, gazing at their house as it disappeared from view.

A strange feeling swirled inside her—part relief, part sorrow, and part anticipation.

Davis reached over and pulled her close. "Isn’t this better?" She looked up. "Better how?"

"Holding you close, traveling together, than going alone?" He replied, a smile on his lips.

Jessica leaned into him, her voice soft. "Isn’t it distracting?"

"Nope," he replied. He kissed her forehead gently. "No. It’s comforting. Encouraging."

A soft smile touched her lips as she leaned against his shoulder, she sighed deeply in relief.

The car picked up speed on the quiet afternoon road. Ahead of them, the city blurred gently, leading them toward the airport. A private jet bearing Jessica’s insignia awaited on the tarmac.

As they neared the airport, security staff from both their team and the airport guided the vehicle to a reserved hangar. The plane’s stairs had already been lowered, and the engines steamed softly in preparation.

Jessica and Davis were quickly escorted from the car to the aircraft. The inside was luxurious but not extravagant—exactly how Jessica preferred it. Soft leather seats, warm lighting, and everything arranged for comfort.

As they settled into their seats, Jessica leaned back and sighed again. This time, the sigh carried peace.

"Here’s to a successful trip," Davis said, reaching for her hand.

Jessica smiled and nodded. "And a little peace." She had given it a thought and was grateful that Davis had insisted on her coming with him for the trip.

The engines roared softly, and the plane began to taxi down the runway. Within moments, it lifted off smoothly, leaving the city and its worries behind—if only for a while.

Jessica leaned into his side, a rare sense of peace settling over her.

Their next stop: Noveria.