Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216: Part of a married life...

The group returned to the hotel happy, grateful, and fulfilled. The hardest part of their work seemed to have been settled.

As the car slowly pulled into the hotel’s parking lot, Ethan helped Davis out and wheeled him carefully into their suite.

Once inside, Davis gave Ethan a curt nod before heading toward the door.

"Ethan, take a break for the day... Maybe use the opportunity to explore Noveira," he said.

Ethan nodded. "I understand." He glanced lightly at Jessica before leaving for his room.

Jessica walked over to the sofa and sat down, her head throbbing. Still, she dared not complain—Davis would worry too much, and he already had a scheduled meeting with some of his friends later.

Davis’s gaze settled on her, sharp as ever, observant. He took in the lines of tension around her eyes, the paleness just under her skin. "Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Yes, I’m very, very okay," she replied with a sigh, then added, "I just didn’t expect Mr. Stan to be so sentimental and attached to the company."

"Yes, he is quite sentimental. I’ve noticed that over the years. His motivation stems from his hard work and the goodwill he’s built for the company," Davis explained thoughtfully.

"That’s the benefit of having a manager who’s worth the stress." She smirked, her thoughts drifting to Richard, who had always kept her company afloat while she indulged herself. "When last did you speak with Richard?"

"Last night," Davis said shortly. "He called to ask about you—and how you’re settling into the new environment."

She let her head fall back against the sofa cushion, her words slipping out on a whisper. "I’m becoming obsolete now."

"I’m becoming obsolete now," she murmured, her voice carrying both a complaint and a hint of relief.

"Did I just detect a trace of jealousy?" Davis asked with a soft smile dancing on his lips.

"Not really. But it seems like most of my subordinates now report to you rather than me," she said.

It felt like they had all given her their blessing to live a long, peaceful life with him. What else could explain their attitude?

"Well, you’re free to command my subordinates as much as you want," he chuckled. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

He glanced briefly at his watch before looking back at her. "Do you still want to visit the club?"

"Of course. It’s important—it’ll be your first time seeing your friends again since the accident a year ago," she replied.

Though tired and worn out, she wanted to support him. He needed this step forward, and the only way to encourage him was to go along.

She understood his way of doing things. If Davis discovered she was unwell, not only would he cancel the outing, but he’d also insist she see a doctor immediately.

She meant it. Even if her body felt heavy and her bones seemed to ache with exhaustion, she wouldn’t miss this. Not for him.

Davis narrowed his eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked gently, watching her closely.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, studying her face intently for signs of weakness.

"Of course I’m sure. Or are you doubtful just because I’m sitting?" she teased, pretending to rise in proof.

At intervals, he checked on Jessica, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa. His gaze softened, but his brows furrowed with concern.

"I doubt you’re okay," he muttered quietly in the silence. You love your beauty sleep but this is different. You’ve been sleeping more... and deeper these few days. If this continues, we’re seeing a doctor the moment we return." He said.

Three hours later, Davis put the final touches on his proposal and reviewed the draft of a revised marketing strategy. He’d reached out to a few of his former R&D experts and was already scheduling interviews with potential investors.

A soft rustle caught his attention.

Jessica stirred. Her lashes fluttered as she blinked against the fading sleep. When she tried to speak, her voice was hoarse, nearly lost, making her wonder what she could have possibly eaten or drank to cause that.

Davis was beside her in an instant, offering a glass of water. She took a few small sips and exhaled.

"Did I oversleep?" she asked, glancing toward the clock.

"No. Are you okay? Any discomfort?" he asked immediately.

Jessica smiled. "I’m fine. Why do I feel like you’re too anxious?"

"I’m not," Davis replied, though his tone betrayed him. "I just want to be sure you’re okay."

Jessica smiled more brightly. "I’m good. Let’s get ready," she said, grateful for the rest. She felt rejuvenated—though the lingering worry remained.

This fatigue had started to feel like a part of her life that she couldn’t help wondering if this was part of a married life.