Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440: Doing this on purpose...

With a helpless sigh, Jessica turned around to return to her office, the envelope clutched tightly in her hand.

Her heart raced with expectations and trepidation for whatever the envelope held. A soft smile subtly plastered her lips.

She was aware of the curious onlookers, their gazes heavy on her.

They wanted her to open the envelope right there, under the hungry eyes of staff and strangers but this was her privacy, and she would decide when and how to open it.

While she walked towards her office, the low whispers of her staff echoed loudly in her ears.

She could feel their stares, the envy, the jealousy, the few genuine smiles among them. But whatever they thought, it was not her concern.

With a push the door to her office creaked open, her eyes widened in shock. It was as though she had been immersed in a sea of flowers.

Her assistant and the young man had the flowers arranged. Each corner of her office was now adorned with a different array of flowers, carefully arranged in breathtaking patterns.

To put simply, her office had been totally transformed into a living garden. Jessica marveled at the beauty and yet worried about its care.

"Can I get a horticulturist to help tend to them?" She asked as the man set down the last vase of rose.

"You don’t have to bother about hiring any, it has been paid for."

"P...Pa...paid for?" She stuttered, her gaze darting between the man and her assistant.

"Yes, you don’t have to think about that." He assured her again.

With the arrangement concluded, the young man gave her curt nod. "I will take my leave, ma’am." He said.

With a click the duo left the office and it fell into silence. Jessica took her time to look round the office...no, the sea of flowers.

She shook her head both appreciative and fulfilled. Stopping beside her desk she dropped the envelope on it and took pictures of the office from various angles.

Once done, she settled back into her seat as she carefully pulled out the content of the envelope but surprisingly, it was an invitation card.

Jessica’s brow furrowed as she studied it closely. Expensive, hand written in bold letters. A small smile crossed as she read the content.

Babe,

May I have the honour of being your date for the evening at 8pm.

She shook her head, grabbed her phone on the table and dialed his contact and it was picked on the first ring.

"I thought you have been working your butt off at the Group, do you still have the time for a date?" She smirked.

His chuckle rich and calming filtered through the phone."Does that mean one must work without relieving stress? Wouldn’t that be exhausting?"

"Okay, thanks for the flowers. They’re beautiful," she said softly. She was certain that if he were here in person, she would have pulled him close for a hug.

"And the date?" He asked for confirmation.

"I will." She said, a relieved sigh escaped her lips.

After the call, her phone blared with notifications. Jessica Temple throbbed. She was sure the scene of the flowers signing had made its way to the media.

This outcome wasn’t a surprise, she had expected it. With how long the car had spent in front of the company, her appearance and the signing of the delivery.

Yet she was curious to see what was painted in the media. With a click she opened the notification and several headlines and speculations stood out glaringly.

Lovely: A van delivers flowers

A mysterious man surprises girlfriend with a van of flowers, is this the new way of confession

Angel’s wear stumped with flower vans, a proposal or confession.

The messages weren’t left out Bella, Anna, the Old Lady Santiago were all inquisitive.

"Was this Davis doing?"

"Is he proposing?"

"Jess, it’s not your birthday yet? Why bathed with a sea of flowers?"

As she read, she couldn’t hide the smile on her lips—genuine and relieved.

For people like Julian, they had no time to waste in texting, they called her immediately asking for an explanation.

~Hours later~

Jessica returned home tired after a long day but not without a brief stop at the hospital to check on Linda Briggs and her little daughter.

It had become part of her routine. More troubling was the fact that no one had visited Linda. Since regaining consciousness, the woman had drowned in tears, unable or unwilling to speak of what had happened.

She made a mental note to have her subordinate dig into her situation. Deborah was already waiting for her at the door.

A sweet smile plastered across her face as she stepped forward to take her handbag from her "Welcome home," she greeted.

Jessica nodded lightly "And your day?"

"A few things to do in the office, your number not going through?"

"What exactly is going on?"

"Or are you doing it on purpose?"

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