Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 246: I really don’t know her

After confirming that every aspect of the launch had concluded successfully and the final instructions handed off to the manager who was overseeing the aftermath, Davis nodded subtly at Ethan, -— a signal that it was time to leave.

Ethan nodded, slowly he wheeled him out of the hall and helped him settle in the car.

Seated in the back of the car, his head resting against the headrest, Davis exhaled slowly.

He felt light, content. His shoulders slumped under the weight of exhaustion. It had been a long, trying week—one riddled with challenges he hadn’t anticipated. Obstacle after obstacle, blindsides from all directions. Yet, somehow, they had made it through. Somehow, they had stood tall.

He reflected on each hurdle they’d overcome, and a quiet sigh escaped his lips. Against the odds, they had triumphed. And there was one woman to thank for that—Jessica. The woman who had held the sky in place when his world threatened to collapse.

He couldn’t imagine having walked this path alone.

The memory of her grand entrance at the launch, bold and breathtaking, made a smile creep onto his face. She had stunned the entire room and him, not left out.

It finally felt like his life had a renewed purpose. Yet beneath the warmth, worry tingled in his chest. frёewebηovel.cѳm

When she had left the venue, Davis had noticed the sluggishness in her steps, the weariness in her frame. She looked drained—too weak for his liking.

His heart clenched at the sight, but he couldn’t intervene without disrupting her carefully crafted role as Lady Bright.

Every part of him had wanted to go to her—hold her, shield her. But he hadn’t moved. He couldn’t afford to break her disguise.

A single slip could have unraveled the effort she had poured into the past week.

At the venue, she had been Lady Bright. And Lady Bright couldn’t afford to have him as her husband since they both made their entries separately and under different names.

Concerned, he had called Deborah and asked her to prepare a light meal. Given the time, he’d made sure the food would be gentle on her stomach as he didn’t want her eating anything that might trouble her sleep or worsen her pregnancy symptoms.

He recalled reading that pregnant women could suffer stomach upset when eating too late, especially if the meal was heavy.

He had tried calling her several times, but she hadn’t picked up.

"Gone to bed?" he murmured to himself.

That would be the sensible thing after all the turmoil and sleepless nights she’d endured, gathering documents and organizing the launch and leaving the house to save the day when she should have just rested her sick body.

His brow furrowed as his mind replayed the viral reports circulating online—Proof of their company’s true identity, something only the inner circle at headquarters should’ve had access to. How had those classified files surfaced so quickly?

Turning to Ethan, he asked, "How were you able to get your hands on the operational documents from that branch so quickly?"

Ethan’s pulse quickened. He had assumed Davis had authorized the release. But now... his confusion deepened.

"It seems... it was her doing," he replied hesitantly.

Davis’s head throbbed. "I guess I really don’t know her as well as I thought," he murmured.

Somehow, Jessica had gained access to confidential, top-level executive files—documents stored exclusively at headquarters. How had she pulled that off?

He sighed deeply. "Looks like I should be more worried about her temper. I wouldn’t want to get hit," he added wryly.

Trying to focus, he asked, "What’s the situation with the Watts family?"

Ethan hesitated before replying, "Sir, with your permission... has Madam ever worked as an investigator, or possibly... an assassin?"

Davis blinked in surprise. His expression shifted through several emotions. A detective? That might be plausible. But an assassin? Unlikely. She was too kind-hearted for that.

But cross her... and you’d likely meet your end.

Rubbing his brow, he muttered, "She’s not. And even if she had been or still is, as long as she doesn’t hurt me, I’ll protect her with everything I’ve got." Then he added quietly to himself, "Though I’m not sure I’m even capable of protecting her."

More often than not, it was her shielding him. Maybe it’s time that changed—for good.

"The Watts," Ethan began, "are organizing a mini product launch. It’s meant to unveil new offerings and attract investors."

Davis’s eyes narrowed. "Did Tricia inform you about this beforehand?" he asked, hoping it wasn’t a calculated sabotage.

But Ethan shook his head. "No, sir. No one in her circle was informed either. Since the confrontation with Madam, she’s cut off almost everyone—including her best friend, Adah."

Davis sighed again. "Seems Jessica was right," he muttered. "What’s happening now?"

"Madam has a subordinate keeping an eye on them," Ethan replied.

Surprised, Davis glanced at him. "How do you know?"

He had always respected Jessica’s privacy. He never interfered with her handling of subordinates, nor did she share details unless necessary.

"The person she assigned is someone I’ve worked with before. A familiar face," Ethan answered.

The situation with Alex came to mind. Davis sighed deeply. Whatever came next, he vowed not to let go of the hand that had lifted him so many times. But Alex was no fool—he would understand. Davis would make sure that meeting happened soon.

As the car pulled into the compound, Davis’s eyes lifted to the upstairs room where a faint light still glowed.

"She’s asleep," he murmured.

Not taking chances, he transferred into his wheelchair and followed Ethan into the living room.

"Pay the temporary guards and keep only those capable. With this company back, we’ll be visiting Noveira more often and I want to be ready for emergencies," he instructed.

Ethan nodded and retired to his room.

Wheeling into the bedroom, Davis’s gaze softened as it landed on the sleeping woman on their bed. His heart warmed.

There was a quiet joy in knowing someone was waiting for you at home.

After shutting the door behind him, he stood—just slightly. Therapy had helped him recover some strength in his legs, but as Jessica often said, he shouldn’t rush it. The illusion of weakness was still necessary.

He crossed the room and sat gently at the edge of the bed. His callused hand brushed against her cheek, and a swirl of emotion crossed his eyes.

"Thank you," he whispered.

Sensing his presence even in sleep, Jessica murmured, "You’re back?" without opening her eyes, then drifted off again.

A smile broke across his lips.

"Yes, I’m back."

No reply.

He chuckled softly. Even in her dreams, she had waited for him.

And that... meant the world.