Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 167: Her rich Imagination, His Sorrow...

By the tDavis cout of the bathroom, Jessica had already gone downstairs to retrieve their dinner.

It had been set earlier in the dining hall, but because of the lengthy therapy session, they hadn't been able to

eat at the usual time. Now, balancing the tray in her hands, Jessica carefully made her way back upstairs to their

room.

Meanwhile, Davis sat on the edge of the bed, feeling strangely refreshed. His leg, which had been sore and

trembling from the intense therapy session, now felt surprisingly flexible and light.

The usual numbness and pain were gone. Instead, he felt calm, peaceful and rejuvenated.

His brow furrowed in thoughtfulness and wondering. "How does she always do this?" he muttered to himself.

"After therapy, | should be sore and drained. But it's the opposite." He mused, though she had always warned

him that it will be painful yet she will make sure at the end he felt much better and relieved.

He glanced down at his leg and flexed his foot slightly. There was no discomfort. Just relief. It wasn’t the first time

he'd noticed this.

Every tshe treated him, whether through therapy or those special baths she prepared, he always ended up

feeling better. Relaxed. Lighter. More hopeful.

He made a mental note to ask her what exactly she usual adds to the bath water. Whatever it was, it worked

wonders not only on his body but on his spirit too. With a smile tugging his lips, he retrieved the bathrobe she

had prepared for him earlier.

Just then, the door creaked open. Jessica walked in, holding the tray of food carefully. She entered quietly, trying

not to spill anything.

Her steps were light and soft, and she moved with natural grace.

She walked to the side table, set the tray down, and turned around to tell Davis that dinner was ready.

But the words got stuck in her throat.

Her breath caught as her eyes landed on Davis. He was sitting with his back to her, struggling to put on his

bathrobe.

The warm glow from the ceiling light cast a soft shine across his broad, tanned shoulders and well-toned

muscles. His back was strong, sculpted, and completely bare.

Jessica froze in place. A blush crept up her cheeks. Her eyes widened slightly, sparkling with awe. Her body

refused to move, no matter how hard she tried to look away. Her gaze was locked on him.

"Wow..." she thought, swallowing hard. Her thoughts began to swirl wildly.

How would it feel to be carried on that back?What would it be like to be held in his arms, lifted bridal-style?

It suddenly made sense to her why his embrace always felt firm, steady, and secure. Those strong arms weren't

just from his past life—they were still very real now.

For the first time, Jessica felt regret that Davis was in a wheelchair. Not because she pitied him, but because she

wanted to experience those thoughts. She wished she could try it out now but can't.

She was curious—no, desperate—to know how it would feel. To be wrapped up in those arms, lifted effortlessly

like she was precious.

Right then, she made a secret promise to herself. The first gift I'll take for myself the moment he can stand... is

to ask him to givea piggyback ride.

That one wish made her smile slightly.

Her mind began to wander, far away from the present moment. It drifted toward a hopeful future—one she

quietly dreamed of but never spoke out loud. Like scenes from a film, her imagination painted vivid pictures

before her eyes.

Slowly, like a projector playing scenes of a movie clip Jessica fell into her imaginative dream;

The sun was setting casting it's golden hue over the sky, it's reflective strokes blending into bright colours. She

was piggy backed by Davis, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, her legs dangling at his sides.

He walked slowly through a beautiful flower-filled path, the petals swaying gently in the breeze. Her chestnut

hair fluttered freely in the wind, her laughter ringing out into the warm air as he carried her as though she was

light as a feather.

At the rush and rustle of the wind, She spread her arms wide as he walked, like a child she enjoyed the rush of

wind and freedom. In that moment, they were alone in the world—just the two of them. No pain, no past, no fear.

While that scene withered away into a distant memory, another scene played out; Davis stood tall, no longer in a

wheelchair, he towered above her. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a tight hug.

Then, he bent slightly and kissed her gently under the golden sunlight, the rays casting soft hues over them as

birds soared in the background bearing testament.

Her heart ached with longing as she imagined them standing in a world filled with warmth, laughter, and love.

She felt at peace.

Like a child, She saw herself running through a vast field of colorful flowers, laughing freely. Davis chased behind

her, her nrolling out of his tongue in a playful tease. Their smiles and laughter echoing into the distance

borne by the gentle breeze, happy and full of joy. The windmill spun lazily under the setting sun.

There she was in another scene, they were working out together in the morning, challenging each other, pushing

limits.

Fine beads of sweat dotted their faces, happily they took turns wiping it from each other's brows. Her laughter

sweet amd delicate as she laughed at Davis who missed a step, pointing out his flaw with a teasing smile. They

atmosphere warm and accommodating like lovers with no burden.

She never expected herself a fan of height difference though trusting her height but then she found herself

comparing their heights. She stood on her toes, still couldn't match his height. That made her laugh. "Don’t you

think this is unfair?" her voice echoed eliciting a playful chuckle from him "why don"t | carry you up?" His tone

teasing and playful rang in her ears.

Her lips curled up at the sweet memory without her realizing. Her eyes twinkled, full of warmth and longing. The

glow on her face bright —she was lost in her own world. Her heart danced to the rhythm of dreams and

possibilities.

Davis, sitting in his wheelchair, slowly turned and noticed her expression. She was smiling beautifully, deeply

lost in thought. Her eyes shimmered with brightness, and her lips formed a soft curve.

She wasn’t present in the room—she was somewhere far away, somewhere joyful.

He stared at her for a moment, his heart clenching slightly as a bitter smile formed on his lips.

"She must be thinking about someone special," he thought to himself. "Someone who made her laugh brightly...

someone she cherishes." His gaze dropped. "It's not me. I'm not the one in those memories."

From the moment she met me, | had been nothing but a burden. A man stuck in a wheelchair. She had to push

me, prepare my bath, care for me, protect and even had to stand up for me.

What kind of happy memory could that possibly be? What kind of happiness will she feel when burdened this

much?

Her smile... it wouldn't be for him. He mourned in his heart.

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After a few seconds, he rolled his wheelchair over and called softly, "Jessica."

The gentle sound of his voice broke her out of her trance.

She gasped lightly, her heart skipping a beat. Her eyes met his for just a second before she quickly looked away,

embarrassed.

Her face turned red, and she wanted to slap herself. She couldn't believe she had drifted so far into her

daydream.

A cold shiver ran down her spine as she realized she had been caught.

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Jessica’s eyes widened in shock. Her face turned an even deeper shade of red.

She looked completely stunned.

Davis chuckled softly, his heart a little lighter.

Maybe... just maybe, he thought, | was the one in her dream after all.