Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 42: Family Dinner 1

It had been three hours since Davis returned from the hospital, and he had been sitting in the living room,

waiting for Jessica's return. At intervals, he will glance at his wristwatch, his expression calm and impassive.

"I wonder what she’s doing out there," he muttered.

He didn’t want to believe she had forgotten about the dinner—especially since she was the one who had insisted

and urged him to accept the invitation in the first place.

"Looks like I'll have to send her a reminder." He picked up his phone to text her just as the steady roar of her car

cthrough the driveway. He Placed the phone back down and took a deep breath. He had offended her, and

he was ready to face her wrath, whatever form it took.

The car engine shut off. Several minutes passed before the car door closed with a firm thud, followed by the

sound of her approaching footsteps on the foyer.

"Welcome, madam," Henry greeted, his tone laced with admiration and respect.

He had never expected that the woman rumored to have been forced upon his boss would be the one to keep

him from being sent to the rehabilitation center.

"Thank you. How was your day?" Jessica asked jovially.

She always felt uncomfortable being addressed as madam and had already complained to Ethan about it. But his

response had left her stumped—"Davis will have my head," he had said. With no way to change things, she had

resigned herself to it.

As she stepped into the living room, her gaze landed on Davis, and her expression darkened. She had been

furious and planned to settle the score with him but looking at him she could only get angry "If only | could beat

this man up," she thought bitterly.

"You're back?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting with mischief and his lips curling subtly in amusement as he studied

the furious woman before him.

Jessica couldn't help but wonder if he found pleasure in making her angry. If he did, then he had certainly

succeeded. Shooting him a glare, she silently walked past him and made her way upstairs to her room.

Davis had expected as much and even more. He had always known that Jessica wasn’t good at hiding her

emotions from him. Maybe she wanted him to see the real her. Or maybe she simply found it unnecessary to

pretend. Whatever the reason, her emotions were as clear as water to him.

As he wheeled himself forward to follow her, the door to her room shut in his face with a sharp click—locked from

the inside.

Davis smiled. So, she’s throwing a tantrum now? Interesting.

Gently, he tapped on the door. "Jessica, at least letexplain." He asked and when no response cforth he

sighed "Okay, | am sorry about that. | was wrong?"

Silence.

He sighed but remained seated by the door. He would wait. He had all the tin the world.

Inside the room, Jessica leaned against the closed door, taking a deep breath to steady herself as she listened to

his pleading. But the moment she turned around, her breath hitched.

On the bed lay a simple yet elegant champagne-colored evening dress. Its neckline was adorned with cut

diamonds that glistened under the light. The hem was pleated with delicate embroidery, and a daring slit ran

from the bottom up to her thigh.

She took a hesitant step forward and gently picked up the dress.She swooned as the recognition of the dress.

The craftsmanship was unmistakable and she can bet her all that this was the work of Aurora—the renowned

designer.

One glance was all she needed to know who had placed it there. A small smile tugged at her lips.

"His imagination really runs high, does this stand as an apology or a present?" she mused.

Her gaze drifted to the clock on the bedside table, it's almost tto leave for the dinner—her first appearance

and attendance to the Allen family gathering. She felt wary. This might not be a simple dinner. "I just hope Davis

handles this well".

A gentle tap on the door reminded her of Davis still at the door, she spurned on her feet and opened the door.

Her hands akimbo "Mr. Davis, the gown you prepared is it an apology or gift?"

Davis was stumped, he didn’t expect this to be the question. He didn’t really think about what it is, he only felt it

will suit her body and colour. He averted his gaze, Jessica returned to the room picked up the dress and dumped

it on his lap.

"Think it through", she said and walked into the room they both share.

Davis remained at the sspot lost as he looked at the dress. After a while he sighed and wheeled himself into

the room at the stJessica emerged from the bathroom drying her hair with towel.

Slowly, she ruffled her damp hair before shaking it loose, letting the waves tumble down. Davis was enchanted

by the sight before him—her long legs, fair skin, and cascading wavy hair, flowing like a shimmering waterfall as

it glistened against the light.

Perceiving the intense gaze behind her, Jessica slowly turned around and their gaze locked.

Davis slowly averted his gaze, his heart racing non-stop. "Am sorry" he muttered.

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Jessica smiled lightly "About the family dinner?"

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"Even if | don’t want to go, it is necessary for you to meet the Allen family properly and this meal will serve that

purpose." He answered lightly.

This meeting is bound to happen one day and rather than take a long time, it’s better to make it happen now.

Jessica nodded in understanding, then took the dress she had dropped on him—still held in his hands—and

stepped into the walk-in closet.

Inside the walk-in closet, Jessica exhaled slowly, running her fingers over the smooth fabric of the dress, a faint

smile on her lips.

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open, and she stepped out—her

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