Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 202: Check in...

Stan quickly gathered himself, trying not to look too nervous as he gestured toward the parking lot. "The car's

this way, Sir, Madam."

Jessica gave a small nod and walked beside Davis, who wheeled himself forward with ease. Ethan followed

closely, carrying the lighter bags while the airport staff assisted with the rest.

The black executive SUV waiting outside had its window tinted and a smooth shine that caught the morning sun.

Stan rushed ahead to open the back door.

"Please, this way," he said respectfully.

Jessica helped Davis into the back seat. As she leaned in to adjust his seatbelt, then climbed in beside him.

Davis pulled closer into his embrace "Are you okay?" He asked, his voice and gaze gently resting on her.

"I'm fine," she said softly, brushing his hair back. "You should rest for a while."

Once everyone was in, Stan took the driver's seat. As he pulled out of the airport, silence filled the car, but it

wasn't awkward. It was calm, focused—with everyone dealing with their own thoughts.

With Jessica in his arms, Davis rested his head on the arm rest, his eyes closed yet memories of how he had

established the Noveira branch.

Stan occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror. He still couldn't wrap his head around the fact that Davis Allen

was not only alive but sitting right behind him.

And his wife? She had the kind of quiet confidence that made everyone sit up straighter. He had so many

questions yet there was no one to give a proper answer.

He sighed lightly, "A handsman and a beautiful woman is really an excellent combination, a match made in

heaven." He mused.

Half an hour later, the SUV pulled into the driveway of Noveria Grand Suites—a luxurious but discreet hotel in the

heart of the city.

Its structure screams of elegance. Its environment is serene. Known for its high security and privacy, perfect for

VIP guests. It was a perfect spot for the trio.

Two doormen rushed forward to open the car doors as it rolled to a stop. Jessica stepped out first. She bent

toward the car to help pick her handbag. Then, with Ethan’s help, Davis got out, smoothly transitioning back into

his wheelchair.

"Welcto Noveria Grand Suites," the hotel manager said, bowing slightly as he cto greet them. "We've

been expecting you, Sir."

Davis nodded lightly, he didn’t expect that Stan would go this far as to arrange for the manager to welchim.

As the first trip out of the country since his accident, Davis felt several things out of place, especially sitting on a

wheelchair.

Yet, he smiled. The curious gazes of the people around elicited a sigh from him.

The manager turned to Jessica and offered a polite smile. "Madam, your suite is ready. We've arranged the top

floor for your privacy and comfort."

Jessica acknowledged him with a nod. "Lead the way."

Inside, the lobby was bright and polished, with marble floors and a soft scent of fresh flowers in the air. A few

guests turned their heads at the striking couple moving through the lobby.

Davis, despite being seated in a wheelchair, radiated authority. And beside him, Jessica—composed and

beautiful, with an air that demanded attention without trying.

The elevator doors slid open silently. They rode to the top floor with Ethan and the manager. No one spoke until

the elevator dinged open again.

The suite was large, modern, and airy. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a panoramic view of the city. There was a

private dining area, a workspace, a spacious living room, and two bedrooms, one specially modified for Davis's

needs.

Jessica wheeled Davis in and began unpacking sessentials while Ethan stepped aside to take a business

call.

"I'll arrange for light breakfast," the manager offered.

"Just fruits and tea for now," Jessica replied calmly. "We'll call if we need more."

Once the staff had stepped out and they were finally alone, Davis looked around the room.

"This is nice," he said, stretching his arms slightly.

Jessica sighed lightly and sat down on the bed "You should rest a bit before the meeting and | suggest a light

therapy briefly." She said while she unpacked their luggages

He smiled. "You act more like my doctor than my wife sometimes."

"I'm both," she said with a faint smile. "So, you can deal with it."

He laughed softly, then caught her hand. "Thank you—for being here."

Jessica’s expression softened. "How long do you think the meeting will last?" She asked.

"Don’t actually know but I think taking a trip before the meeting is worthwhile." He asked.

With so many plans at hand, Jessica promptly introduced herself as the assistant.

Outside the window, the sun was beginning to rise higher, casting golden light across the city.

It was a new day—and for Davis and Jessica, it marked the beginning of whatever was to come.

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Once inside, he closed the door behind him and dropped heavily onto a couch, lost in thought. "Where did

everything go wrong?" he wondered.

A few minutes later, a waitress cin with a tray carrying a bottle of wine and two glasses. She leaned forward

to pour his drink, her chest nearly spilling out of her tight top.

Without saying a word, Desmond grabbed the glass and drank it in one go. He had a few more quickly, barely

tasting it.

Then, his eyes settled on the waitress. He stared at her for a while, then pulled her onto his lap.

She didn't resist. In fact, she responded eagerly as his hands roamed over her body. "Did you spike this drink?"

he whispered into her ear.

She only giggled in response offering no response. A short while later, the two of them stumbled into a hotel

suite.

But Desmond had no idea that by the next morning, his nand pictures from the night would be all over the

inteand gossip news while Allen Group continuously took the hit.

Meanwhile, things at the Allen family hweren't any better.

Aaron was in a shouting match with his wife, Vera. After the reception of the secret mail, he felt himself thorn

and stepped on.

The second lady that claimed to be carrying his child had disappeared overnight and the most troublespart

is the disappearance of his shares alongside the lady. Aaron felt his world crumbling.