Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 259: I frightened you again...

With her clothes changed and her resolve firm, Jessica returned to Davis’ side and gently took hold of his wheelchair.

A maid quietly trailed behind, hands full with a box of home-baked snacks and light refreshments. Deborah had carefully asked the kitchen to pack for her since she is heading out with Davis.

Though she had not taken over the cooking herself, everyone in the mansion had come to understand her place in the presence of Jessica and had subtly begun according to her the same respect.

Meanwhile, Davis had made his own preparations, ensuring the car was stocked with bottled water, energy bars, and essentials Jessica might need during the trip, however brief it promised to be.

The car, a sleek black armored SUV, gleaming under the sun waited at the foot of the wide stone stairs of Jessica’s mansion.

The journey couldn’t be promised to be safe or unsafe and with Jessica and his unborn baby on board he had to take precautions since their returning had continuously circulated online.

As Davis was carefully helped into the backseat, Jessica followed, settling beside him just as the door closed with a soft, resolute thud.

Ethan stepped out from the front porch and circled the car, slipping into the driver’s seat. This trip was no ordinary errand, he would take the wheel himself.

Once seated, he buckled up and turned on the ignition. The engine hummed, low and smooth, as the vehicle began to ease out of the compound and down the long driveway, leaving the estate behind. Behind them, the shadow guard vehicle fell into formation as a silent protector in tow.

Davis had once planned to visit the dungeon alone, but with Jessica beside him now, he wouldn’t take such risks. She had become his calm, his tether. And today, he needed her more than she might ever know.

"Careful on the bumpy path," Davis said quietly.

Ethan nodded without speaking.

The silence in the car was peaceful at first, only broken by the soft thrum of the tires against asphalt. Then Davis shifted, his hand reaching out. He tugged Jessica gently toward him, guiding her to rest in the curve of his arm.

Jessica let out a soft sigh, adjusting slightly to fit into the cradle of his warmth. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Davis asked, voice barely above a whisper, fingers brushing against the dried streaks of tears still clinging to her cheek.

She nodded faintly. For her, it is not a matter of if she wants but she had always promised herself to be with him in every step of this journey.

He studied her face with a quiet intensity, wiping away the tears gently. "My wife is a crybaby now," he teased softly, a faint smirk lifting his lips.

Jessica’s brow furrowed. "Who says I cried?" she muttered, though her voice held no heat, just resignation. Emotions she never imagined she’d show were spilling out one by one, and it unsettled her.

"You don’t have to be shy, I can still endure this kind of torture," Davis quipped.

Jessica narrowed her eyes. "Why do I get the feeling you’re mocking me?"

Davis shrugged lightly, lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. "Mocking? Who would dare?" he said, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to her forehead.

Jessica reached down and laced her fingers with his, studying the structure of his hand. His hands were distinct—strong, marked with the calluses and wear of a man who had earned everything through sweat and pain.

As she held his hand, thoughts flitted through her mind. Their relationship had grown over time, changed in subtle ways, twisted unexpectedly like ivy around stone, always close, always evolving yet quiet "Do you think I’m getting too clingy?" she asked, voice almost inaudible.

Davis glanced down at her. "Not even close," he said firmly. "If anything, I want you closer."

He pulled her in just a little more. To him, her presence was never a burden. She had become his warmth and reason, even when words failed.

His hand slipped up her arm, tracing her skin with reverence, disappearing beneath the fabric of her top.

Jessica caught his hand and gently pressed it still. "Don’t," she whispered, her breath shaky.

"You don’t have to worry," he murmured, his other hand reaching to press a button beside him. With a soft mechanical whir, the tinted partition rose, sealing them off from view.

Jessica’s eyes widened. "You think this is right?" she asked, her face flushing crimson. Though married and lived together for a long time, she still feel shy at some point.

"It was never wrong," he whispered, claiming her lips in a kiss that grew deeper, slower, burning with a heat and longing of desires they had forcefully controlled due to her pregnancy.

His hands, gentle and assured, traced every part of her body, awakening every nerve ending beneath her skin. Her moans, soft and muffled and his groans filled the tight space.

Carefully his kisses thrilled every part of her exposed body, leaving them heated.

Her resistance crumbled as the heat built, their closeness igniting sparks, the hormone level surges, coursing through every path of their body.

Jessica had noticed it since the pregnancy—her body had become a storm of emotions and sensitivity. She’d grown more responsive, more vulnerable.

With her pregnancy still early and the possibility of sex far from their reach, Davis carefully guided her gently toward release, never pushing beyond the boundary they’d drawn, yet never leaving her untouched.

Afterward, her body slackened into his embrace. Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parted. "Drowsy... sleepy..." she murmured, nestling into his chest.

Davis exhaled, brushing a few stray strands of hair away from her face. His body still buzzed, but he held it in check. He blamed himself for sparking the fire in her, but when he saw her flushed cheeks and heard her quiet breathing, pride replaced regret.

He reached for a hand towel, dampened it with bottled water, and gently cleaned her exposed skin and face. She barely stirred. Only when he was sure she was asleep did he lower the divider.

"Ethan," he said calmly. "What have you gathered on the culprits?"

Ethan responded with a concise summary of their names, past occupations, their current state in captivity.

As the information flowed, Davis’ face darkened. The temperature inside the car seemed to drop, suffocating with fury.

Beside him, Jessica stirred, murmuring through sleep, "Don’t be angry... You won’t look handsome anymore..."

A ghost of a smile touched Davis’ lips. "Still worried about handsome?"

"Has the doctor been found?" he asked next directing his gaze at Ethan.

"No," Ethan replied. "We suspect he left this city over a decade ago. Traces are cold."

"He must be found," Davis said grimly. "The accident was severe enough, but his hands ensured it ended the way they wanted. He didn’t just treat them, he tried to finish what they started."

Memories he kept locked away began to bleed through—the accident, the kidnap, losing his sister, his accident and those days spent in the hospital, the sterile scent, the stillness of coma, the cold brush of death resulting in the crippled man.

The crushing sense of helplessness returned like a wave.

His chest tightened. His hands clenched involuntarily, the tremors beginning, veins convulsing lightly. Jessica, still half-asleep, felt the shift and sprang up instinctively.

"No!" She murmured lightly. "Davis, look at me," she said, catching his wrist. "Take a deep breath. Breath. Stay with me."

It had been a long time since she saw him like this. Panic clawed at her. His face was pale, his muscles locked in stress.

"Talk to me, please?," she whispered, cupping his face, she kissed him briefly on his lips. His breath gradually calmed down.

Ethan’s eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, his expression conflicted. He was beginning to wonder if this trip was a mistake.

The people they were about to confront weren’t strangers. They were the monsters that ripped Davis from his childhood, killed his parents, and almost ended his sister’s life.

By the time they reached the suburb, the sun had begun its descent, painting the horizon in molten gold and amber.

The roads narrowed, the signs of civilization fading behind thick trees and undergrowth. The vehicle pulled into a discreet path leading up to a large, unmarked building.

The structure stood tall and ominous in the wild, far removed from Allen territory. It was one of Davis’ secret security bases hidden from even prying family eyes. freewёbnoνel.com

Ethan parked the car and turned off the engine. For a moment, none of them moved.

Jessica leaned toward Davis, adjusting his clothes and smoothing his hair. His expression was unreadable—his face a cold, calm mask over the storm underneath.

Ethan finally stepped out, walking around to open the back door.

Davis looked at Jessica. "I frightened you again?" he murmured, a painful guilt in his eyes.

"It’s not your fault." She answered. Studying him briefly "Are you ready for this?"

"I am if you are," he replied, his voice steady and calm.