Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption

Bella didn’t expect Davis to get interested in knowing more about Jessica. Initially, she had thought he was just curious about the lavender scent but now she has her doubts about his purpose why he became interested in knowing more about Jessica.

He had not felt anxious about his predicament or the fact that there’s no possible treatment for him but is more curious about a lady he hasn’t met.

"Am I trespassing?" Davis asked with a smile not at all feeling offended. He had expected more but since it’s not forth coming, there is no need to push his luck.

"It’s.....not ..that ..., anyway don’t just ask." She concluded as she took a sip of her tea to calm herself not looking at him anymore.

Davis eyes narrowed in amusement at Bella’s action. "Finally, it seems her identity is still mysterious and can’t be disclosed", he mused. A faint smile tugging his lips.

Ethan noticed him in a good mood but couldn’t wrap his head around what had happened or the aspect of the discussion he found amusing but one thing is certain "Jessica has a close relationship with Bella".

"Ms. Edward, it’s a pleasure having a chat with you though my medication seems to be my wishful thinking but I don’t mind keeping in touch with you, do you mind?" Davis asked his gaze boring into her.

Under his gaze, Bella felt pressured finding it difficult to object, but she wished he don’t have to keep in touch since he might be a threat to her friend.

"Alright, you can reach out if there is an issue you need my assistance but am a busy person you know....." She agreed reluctantly.

"Can I have a meal with you and your friend another day?" Davis asked.

"Well..., my friend isn’t always opportuned to hang out. For the past five months, I have been asking her to visit but her schedule is too tight that she only visited briefly today." Bella lamented with a sigh.

Davis nodded in understanding. They bade her farewell and exited the office.

The elevator dinged softly, signaling its arrival. Ethan pushed Davis’ wheelchair inside, and they descended in silence. The atmosphere was tense, filled with unspoken thoughts.

As the elevator doors slid open at the ground floor, Ethan quietly wheeled Davis toward the hospital’s parking lot, where the black Lamborghini awaited.

The driver seeing them approach hurriedly opened the door for them.

Ethan helped Davis into the car with practiced ease before taking his own seat beside him. Once the doors shut, the engine roared to life, and the sleek vehicle smoothly merged into traffic, leaving the hospital behind.

In the car, Ethan kept casting him inquisitive glances. His face brimming with curiosity.

"What do you want to ask?" Davis’s voice sliced through the silence.

"Madam...?"

"Ethan, I should be asking you the findings of your investigation on her? What other identity does she have not the other way round?" Davis queried.

"I don’t have much information on her..." Ethan responded but Davis didn’t let him finish

"I think your skills is dwindling by the day" Davis snapped.

Ethan cleared his throat lightly, his expression calm but wary. "It’s not like that, It’s just that there’s very little to find—at least on the surface. It only detailed her as the eldest daughter of the Brown family, unloved and abandoned in the countryside" He recounted.

He had done his investigation severally and at the end will still have the same result.

"And you mean?" Davis shot him a glare.

"Her records are too clean and no trace could be found on her. I have also tried to investigate close relatives but aside the Brown family members it is as though she is an island." Ethan lamented.

Who said he is dwindling in skills? It is better to have said someone is covering her tracks or she might be the one covering her own tracks otherwise....

Davis narrowed his eyes, his fingers tapping against the armrest. "Too clean?" he echoed, his voice laced with suspicion.

Ethan nodded. "Yes. No debts, no criminal record, no financial struggles, no traceable connections beyond what’s publicly known. It’s like she’s just... existing in the air. But we both know that’s not possible."

Davis exhaled sharply, his mind piecing things together. "A woman who was abandoned by her family, supposedly useless, yet she carries herself with poise, elegance and pride, skilled, calculative and never flinching in the face of intimidation...is all too good to be simple" He mused,

"Dig deeper," Davis ordered finally, his tone tinged with expectations.

May be trying to unravel this mysterious wife will give him a sense of belonging and purpose. Being crippled might not really mean the end of the world.

Ethan inclined his head slightly. "Understood."

Davis turned his gaze back to the window, watching the city blur past. If Jessica was truly just an ordinary woman, why did she seem like the biggest mystery? It seems Desmond only got this shallow report about her.

Davis sighed and leaned his head against the seat, his expression unreadable, his eyes closed.

"Back to the mansion?" the driver asked.

"Yes," he answered lightly. He needs to get home and pick her for the family reunion dinner. May be...he should expect her move at the dinner.

Ethan’s gaze flickered toward Davis lightly but he said nothing. He made a mental of investigating today’s incident.

~Earlier~

After Jessica ended the call, she was furious Davis has done a lot of things last night without her consent but for him to save his number on her phone without her knowledge didn’t sit well with her.

Her fingers clenched and unclenched as she worked to steady her breathing. "No need to waste time here I will settle the score when I return home," she muttered, glancing at her wristwatch.

Without further hesitation, she started the engine, smoothly pulling out of the hospital parking lot and merging into traffic.

She has an important appointment scheduled with Dominic Ryder, the CEO of Rhythm Group, and nothing could be allowed to hinder it. It is a key project for her move on Allen group.

While driving, her phone dinged with a new notification—Aaron Allen is selling off some stocks of the Allen Group. There is instability in the company due to finance.

Jessica’s grip on the steering wheel tightened. What is he up to now? she wondered.

It seems she has to speed up the process. She picked up her phone and dialed out "Make sure you acquire all not missing anyone, I think there are other people out there also plotting and I have a feeling that there is something fishy going on".

She instructed while her mind raced with possibilities. After ending the call, she smiled coldly as her heart raced with plans.