Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 265: Not in the news...

Soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting golden streaks across the floor of the spacious bedroom.

The clock hanging deftly on the wall struck 10 AM, yet the occupants of the bedroom remained in deep slumber.

The tense air surrounding them several hours ago had settled into silence, interrupted only by the rhythmic rise

and fall of the duo’s steady breathing.

Jessica lay curled up beside Davis, her head resting gently against his chest, his arm protectively around her.

Their faces bore traces of fatigue, with dark shadows beneath their eyes, brows furrowed slightly from the

residual weight of the night's danger.

But now, in the soft glow of the quiet morning, they looked peaceful and safe together.

A faint vibration on the bedside table buzzed insistently. It was Jessica’s phone followed by the second device—

Davis's phone, also on the table, buzzing with notifications piled up, lighting the screens one after another. News

alerts. Missed calls. Messages.

Davis stirred first, his arm tightening slightly around her instinctively before his eyes slowly opened.

He blinked lightly against the soft light to steady his gaze. Lowering his head, he kissed her hair softly, it was the

first thing that cinto his line of sight.

Slowly, he adjusted her in his arms, and for a moment, he simply watched her face as though he wanted to

imprint the moment into his heart. Carefully, he brushed a few strands of hair from her face.

He planted a soft kiss on her forehead. "Babe," he called softly.

"Baby... Jess... con... wake up," he murmured as he nudged her arm briefly with so much care as though she

were a fragile porcelain doll.

She groaned softly, her voice muffled. "Five more minutes."

Davis chuckled quietly. "Your phone's already having a seizure. | think you should pick it up," he whispered as he

planted featherlight kisses on her fluttering eyelashes, his hand slowly tracing and caressing her arms and body.

Jessica's brows furrowed as she reluctantly opened her eyes. She slowly sat up, her muscles stiff, her mind still

catching up to the fact that they were hand safe.

She took a deep breath and memories of the event last night surfaced, her breath hitched as she recalled she

had slept off in the car.

Quickly, she glanced around and noticed she was sleeping in the bedroom, her clothes changed from jeans and

polo to pajamas.

She sighed and rubbed her head. "You... yo... you carried me... in?" she stammered.

Disbelief riddled her features. "What do you think?" he smirked.

Her face turned beet red, her gaze averted. "You were—" he began, but noticing the shift in her face, he raised a

brow. "What were you thinking?"

He asked as he flipped over, letting her lie beneath him. She gasped in surprise, hands flapping as she grabbed

his shoulders.

Carefully, he studied her face. "Are you by any means..." He started, lowering his head to plant a light kiss on her

lips. She gulped.

"Davis stop, I... was... | wasn’t thinking of anything," she murmured, eyes darting to anything in the room but

him.

"Why do | get the feeling you're lying?" he smirked, his hand slowly finding its way under her fabric. Her body

tensed lightly, her breath hitched, and her hand instinctively pressed against his chest to stop him.

Her gaze, unconsciously falling on his lips, lingered as though following a silent command, her hand wrapped

around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.

Without further comment, he kissed her deeply, yet gently as though embedding every unspoken word into it. By

the the pulled away, she was already gasping for breath.

Settling beside her again, he pulled her into his arms. "I didn’t do anything other than carry you in," he

murmured.

Jessica felt her heart lurch to her throat. "What?! Carriedin? Like—you walked?" she asked, eyes wide.

"Or do you think | flew in?" he asked, a smile dancing on his lips. Jessica shook her head, thoughts swirling fast

and questions rolling out like stones.

"Were you seen? By who? Why didn’t you wakeup?"

Yet deep down, she wished she’d been awake to see her imagination ctrue.

"Don’t worry, nobody saw—except Ethan. It was a wish ctrue for me," he answered, leaving her stunned.

She'd thought it was all in her imagination, never expecting it to be his wish.

Her gaze locked on his. "Keep looking atlike that and you might not leave this bed again. Besides, there are

several wa—"

"You are impossible. Hooligan," she muttered, glaring at him.

Then, the vibration cagain.

She reached for the phone and swiped across the screen. Her gaze sharpened almost instantly.

She tapped open a headline, then another. Her lips parted slightly as she read aloud:

"Mysterious Attack on Government Detention Facility Leaves No Trace—Authorities Baffled."

"High-Security Cell Breached. Suspect Interrogated and Left Alive. No Footage. No Evidence."

Davis's eyes narrowed. "The authorities reported?."

She nodded, scrolling through the barrage of news. "No footage. No physical evidence. Just speculation and

conspiracy theories."

"They don’t know who it was." He exhaled in relief. "Good. That gives us room to move."

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A short pause, then Davis said, "We still have something to do today."

She looked at him, eyes softening. "I'll be going for a checkup. And maybe we can go visit the old man at the

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Jessica kissed him lightly. "Hubby is great," she said, her lips curling into a smile. She slowly swung her legs over

the side of the bed. "Let's get ready."

Later That Morning

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His usual wheelchair sat waiting by the door. "Are you sure you can go through the checkup with me?" she

asked.

"Of course. That's my child. | will," Davis replied. "It might not take long."

Jessica's lips pressed into a thin line. "Then let's go."

As they walked toward the car waiting outside, a few subordinates stepped aside silently, nodding in respect.

Inside the car, Jessica checked the live news feed one last time.

Still no leads. No arrests. No trace.

They had made it out clean—for now.