Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 252: Keep your distance....

After a quick bath and a refreshing dinner set in their bedroom, Jessica helped Davis with a thorough massage on his legs, carefully checking the progress of their recovery. As she slowly straightened up, his eyes locked with hers.

"How is it?" he asked.

"Much better," she replied, her tone professional. "Once we get back, I’ll switch the medication. If all goes well, you should be fully healed in three months."

Davis chuckled softly at her professional tone as he slowly sat up. He flexed his leg carefully with a small movement, feeling more relieved than before. He let out a satisfied sigh.

"Baby, thank you," he said with deep emotion.

Jessica rolled her eyes playfully as she spun on her heel to walk away. "Do you know how many times you’ve said thank you? I’m beginning to grow tired of it." She smirked.

Davis pulled her hand gently, skillfully drawing her into his lap, his arm wrapped around her, trapping her in his embrace.

""Then tell me," he murmured, "how should this grateful husband thank his wife instead?"

Jessica smirked, her brows furrowed pretending to think. After a moment, She tapped the left side of his chest with her finger. "This," she said softly. free𝑤ebnovel.com

Davis raised a brow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Don’t you already own it?" he asked, pretending to be surprised.

"Don’t have," she teased with a sly smile dancing on her lips.

Davis nodded, as if in deep understanding. "It seems my little efforts to prove my loyalty aren’t enough, huh?"

"Should they be?" Jessica challenged, her eyes narrowed.

"I’ll work harder," he said, lowering his head to kiss her deeply.

The world melted away as the pent-up emotions of the past few days took over. When they finally parted, they were breathless, their clothes slightly disheveled, Jessica’s face flushed a deep red.

Jessica rested in his arms, his hand playing with her hair, his gaze into the distance thoughtful "Babe, someone..." he paused, taking a deep breath, "...wants to meet you."

Jessica’s brow furrowed slightly. She had noticed the hesitation in his voice, like he was forcing himself to accept something he wasn’t entirely comfortable with.

Just as she thought, Davis wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but with their departure from Noveria at the corner, he wanted to grant his friend’s wish—as a form of gratitude for his help during the company’s launch.

"Who wants to meet me?" she asked, her gaze meeting his.

Davis remained silent for a while, eyes lowered as he played with her fingers. "Alex," he finally muttered, so quietly it was barely audible.

Jessica frowned at both the name and Davis’s reaction.

"Alex Gando? Is there a problem?" she asked frowning.

From what she recalled, she had no personal connection to Alex, only recognizing him as Davis’s friend and from her company’s cooperation with him which she only approved but never had a contact with him.

Still, his request to meet her was unexpected and Davis’s discomfort only confirmed there was more to it.

"No problem," he replied. "But... Do you recall someone you saved from a gang attack? Someone who was nearly beaten to death and ended up in the hospital?"

Jessica shrugged nonchalantly. "I’ve helped many like that especially in years back. If I see someone in trouble and deduced it is an act of oppression, I help them and if injured, I take them to the nearest hospital and move on. Just doing my part as a good Samaritan."

Davis studied her quietly, a mix of emotions swirling behind his eyes. He felt relief knowing she hadn’t formed any attachment but also a trace of guilt and sympathy for his friend who had built a fantasy around a moment she barely remembered.

"Well," Davis began, "one of them was Alex Gando. You’re his knight in shining armor, and he’s been chasing you around the world while you remained elusive and mysterious."

Jessica studied his expression with quiet amusement, her eyes glinting mischievously. His darkened face said it all. He is jealous.

"Why do I feel someone’s vinegar is spilling over?" she teased.

Davis glared at her but said nothing.

Jessica sighed dramatically. "Too bad. I never noticed. If I had known earlier, we could’ve had a good time together." She chuckled.

Davis tightened his grip on her waist. "You dare!" he scowled.

Her laughter rang through the room. "Relax, I’m still here with you. You’re already this tensed—do you still want me to meet him?"

"Meet him... but keep your distance," he muttered.

Jessica tilted her head. "Is there something you’re not telling me?" she asked, searching his face. But this time, Davis kept a blank expression.

How could he admit that another man was in love with his wife? That would be like lifting a stone just to smash his own foot.

"Have you decided to meet him?" he asked instead.

Jessica met his gaze. "Do you want me to?"

"Baby, it’s your decision. But I hope you accept his gratitude so he can finally let go."

His earnest prayers was for Alex to strike out any form of attachment he had and might still have for his wife. And the earlier he gets to know, the faster the result.

Her eyes narrowed. "How do you know he’s been chasing me around the world?"

Davis scoffed. "I witnessed it firsthand at the gala night." A faint smirk curled his lips as he recalled the incident.

"Gala night? But I came as Lady Bright." She asked.

"That’s because you saved in the identity of Lady Bright. So he had followed you to every function and events." He smirked, feeling sorry for his friend.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Alex. The call connected on the first ring.

"Davis," Alex’s voice came through, accompanied by the rustle of papers.

"Still in the office?" Davis asked. Jessica listened closely.

"My cooperation with Angel’s Wears needed an update. I just got the notification, and with the fashion week in a month, I can’t slack. That mysterious CEO isn’t someone to be trifled with."

"Have you met the CEO?" Davis asked, glancing at Jessica.

Jessica perked up. That was the same question on her mind.

"Not really," Alex replied. "But it was hard getting that partnership signed." He paused. "Enough about me—what’s going on with you?"

"Can you come over to my place right now? There’s something for you."

Alex hesitated briefly, then agreed. "Give me ten minutes." The line went dead.

Jessica sighed. "My reputation seems to be tough." She chuckled.

"Were you the one who reviewed the partnership?" Davis asked curiously.

Though they had lived together, he still didn’t fully understand her pace and style at work.

Jessica nodded. "Yes. Their first and second drafts didn’t meet our standards, so I rejected them. But their current chief designer is good. That’s why it went through."

Davis nodded. "One more thing... Are you returning with Deborah, or is she staying here?"

"I’ll ask her what she wants. But honestly, I’d feel more comfortable having her by my side. Besides, she’s Daniel Watts’ mother."

Davis stared at her in disbelief before sighing. "Whatever you decide, I’ll support you." He pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Jessica smiled. Life felt more comfortable and peaceful like this.