Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 114: It will get easier with time...

Davis's gaze snapped to Jessica, who stood at the side arranging the materials that will be used for the

treatment, deliberately averting her eyes from his.

She hadn’t expected Bella to throw her under the bus like this. Judging by the raised brow and growing smirk on

Davis's face, it was clear she wouldn't be able to wiggle her way out of this one.

"Bella, can you remindof that nagain?" Davis asked, his smile widening with amusement.

Bella chuckled knowingly. Davis had always been sharp, and when it cto anything related to Jessica, he was

even more attentive.

It wasn’t a secret that Bella had always admired Jessica's skills and would praise her endlessly making it more

easier for her to tell people of her good but that doesn’t mean she isn’t cautious.

But now, things were different. The two are now husband and wife. If Davis wanted to know, it was best for

Jessica to tell him herself.

"Mr. Allen, it’s best if you ask your wife. Maybe she will tell you about it, along with other things you need to

know," Bella replied, casting an assertive glance between the two.

Davis nodded in affirmation. He had already made up his mind. Without Bella saying it outright, he knew Jessica

was hiding something. But if he pressed too hard now, she might retreat further. Still, getting answers was the

best course of action.

Bella glanced at Jessica, whose sharp glare could have burned a hole through her. She smiled in amusement

before returning her attention to her task, a means for her to pretend to be busy.

Jessica sighed inwardly. She had only agreed to treat him, not to talk about her other identities.

Yet, from the look on Davis's face, she knew he wouldn't let it slide so easily.

He turned his gaze to Jessica. She could feel the weight of his lingering stare, intense and unwavering.

Jessica had never placed much importance on that identity or any other she might have. Jessica had always

believed that her actions, not her identity, would shape her life. So, she had never let the any of such define her

actions or choices.

The life she had always envisioned for herself was simple: a quiet life with a loving husband who would cherish

her, and children—two or three, no more. She wasn't a fan of large families, preferring a number she could

devote her full maternal care to. She had not experienced much of it but then she can give her best.

Titles? Identities?... they were just names. But to Davis, they clearly meant something more.

But now, under Davis's piercing gaze, she knew there is no going back . His expression wasn’t just one of

curiosity—it was expectant, it is as if he wanted to unravel every

9mystery she had kept hidden.

"Jessica," his voice was deep, smooth, yet commanding. "Are you going to tell me, or do | have to find out

myself?"

Jessica sighed. She had planned to hide it forever, but she also hadn't expected to reveal it like this. She turned

to Bella, who simply smiled and shrugged, clearly enjoying the moment.

"It’s just a name, Davis," she finally said, her voice steady but soft. "It doesn’t change anything."

Davis smirked. "Doesn't it?" His intense gaze locking onto hers. "Jessica, | want to know everything about my

wife—including the things she doesn’t think are important."

Jessica hesitated, but she knew there was no escaping this conversation. It was tto tell him.

Jessica sighed deeply. It seemed she couldn't escape this, but then again, the fact that he was making an effort

to know her wasn’t a bad thing. If this had been at the beginning of their marriage, he wouldn't have cared in the

slightest about who she was or what she thought.

"Can we do this after your medication?" she asked. Since the instruments were ready, there was no need to

delay the treatment. The sooner they started, the better their chances of success.

They had hoped the treatment would yield positive results before the six-month deadline.

Davis studied her face intently before nodding. He agreed with her suggestion. That time, he believed, would

give them ample opportunity to talk about everything.

"You must telleverything then?" he said with a light smile.

Jessica nodded. She would tell him everything that needed to be told—if not for anything else, then at least for

clarity’s sake.

Without any further discussion, Jessica walked over to his side. Slowly, she lifted the blanket covering his legs.

With extra care, as though handling delicate porcelain, she examined his thighs, shins, joints, and the sensitivity

of his skin to touch, temperature, and pressure. Each action was performed meticulously, her focus unwavering.

Beforehand, she had taken the tto prepare several vials, ointments, and herbs, ensuring that he soaked in

warm water before taking his bath to aid circulation.

Stretching out her hand, Bella quickly handed her a heating pad, which Jessica adjusted to the appropriate

temperature.

She tested it carefully, then wrapped Davis's thigh with a light, fluffy towel before placing the heating pad on the

affected area.

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Her fingers moved with practiced precision, kneading the muscles and working the oil deep into his skin.

Davis clenched his jaw, his breathing growing uneven as he felt the unfamiliar yet oddly soothing sensation.

A mixture of pain and relief coursed through him, his body instinctively tensing before slowly relaxing under her

touch.

Jessica remained focused, ensuring each motion targeted the necessary points. She adjusted the pressure where

needed, reading his subtle reactions carefully.

The warmth of the oil and the steady rhythm of her hands created a therapeutic effect that would aid in the

gradual restoration of his damaged nerves.

"Try to breathe through it," she murmured, her voice soft yet firm. "It'll get easier with time."

Davis exhaled sharply, gripping the bedsheets as he endured the process. .