Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 211: What again?

With the Allen Group back in the headlines, embroiled in turmoil—thanks to Desmond's message to the media.

Alfred found himself in a tight spot.

"How could he shield the Old Man from this news, especially when it concerned his grandson—Davis?" He

thought to himself.

By habit, the Old Man always read the news himself, asked to be read to, or watched it on TV. Either way, he

never missed a day. And when something was hidden from him, he was quick to notice and even quicker to dig

deeper.

Alfred knew there was no way to solve the problem if the Old Man got wind of it.

He cast a subtle glance at Linda, summoning her attention. As she adjusted the Old Man's position on the bed,

gently laying him back and tucking the blanket over him, she caught Alfred's silent cue.

Once the Old Man had closed his eyes to rest, Linda followed Alfred out of the ward.

One of the guards standing nearby raised a brow. "What's wrong?" he asked, his tone cold, eyes flicking between

the two.

"There's no problem," Alfred replied calmly. "But you have to make sure he doesn’t go through the news today—

for his own safety."

The guard and Linda frowned in confusion.

"A rumor just broke. Davis has been declared dead and as his grandson, | don’t know how well he will take it,"

Alfred revealed with a dry smirk.

Linda and the guard exchanged glances, then gave a brief nod. "Understood."

After discussing a few additional precautions, Alfred left. He felt a momentary sense of relief, especially after

Desmond had been denied access earlier.

Still, he wasn't entirely sure he could trust those guarding the Old Man. But whoever sent them—they hadn't

shown any hostility yet. For that, he was grateful.

Unbeknownst to him, one of the guards made a swift decision. He stepped aside, pulled out his phone, and

dialed a familiar number.

~Noveria~

Jessica was reviewing business files when her phone buzzed. Seeing the caller ID, she sighed. "Something's

wrong again." She muttered under her breath.

Rubbing her temple, she answered. "What happened?"

A male voice cthrough. "Boss, there's trouble."

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"Be specific."

"There's a rumor going around—Desmond leaked news that Davis is dead. It cfrom one of the media outlets

tied to him. No one from the Allen family has spoken up. Desmond hasn't denied it either."

Jessica went silent.

"Is anyone watching Desmond? What did he do today?" she asked, mind racing.

She knew Desmond well. He only stirred the pot for two reasons: to create chaos or to cover something up.

The caller shuffled papers on the other end. "He's facing a scandal. The board and shareholders are turning

against him."

Jessica’s eyes narrowed. "That sounds like him. Contact the hospital technical team to disconnect his TV. Make

sure the Old Man doesn’t see or hear the news through any form."

"Yes, boss."

She hung up and leaned back in her chair, eyes closed. Davis rumored dead... She had to act fast. Not just to

protect the truth, but to buy Davis time—tto recover and meet the Noveria shareholders before everything

unraveled.

An idea sparked.

She picked up her phone and dialed Elliot Raven.

He picked up on the first ring, almost as if he'd been waiting. "Missalready?"

"Were you ever forgotten?" she replied coolly.

"I thought maybe I just cback to mind."

"Helpfix something."

"What's up?"

"Desmond leaked word that Davis is dead. | want it countered—officially."

"That's it?"

"You sound too free. Wantto give you more work?" she asked with a smirk.

He chuckled. "Fine, fine. But I'm losing my health at this rate. Don’t you care?"

"Your calling," she said, tone dry.

They spoke a little longer before ending the call. Jessica remained seated, eyes fixed on the air in front of her.

Then the door creaked open. Davis walked in, his hair wet, towel in hand as he dried it.

Her posture straightened immediately. He walked over, placed a hand on her shoulder. Her body tensed—then

slowly relaxed.

"What happened?" he asked.

Jessica spun around in the chair—and froze.

There he was, half-naked, towel wrapped loosely around his waist, another slung over his shoulders. Broad

shoulders. Firm chest. Chiseled abs. Long, toned legs. The sight left her stunned and flushing red.

She quickly averted her gaze, breath hitching. "Do | call him a seductress at this point?" She mused.

"Why aren't you wearing your clothes?" She asked struggling to compose herself.

"Am not naked either" he said. Jessica felt her memory of Davis refreshed over and over.

Davis, catching on her subtle reactions had a smile on his lips.

He leaned down slowly, one hand braced on the armrest, effectively trapping her with the desk behind. "So? Is

your husband handsome?" he whispered in her ear, his breath teasing her skin.

Her ears twitched. "Can... you... step back? Let's talk," she stammered, eyes darting anywhere but at him.

What is wrong withlately? She scolded herself. I'm flustered by everything he does. This isn’t like me!

"We can talk like this—or would you rather | carry you so | don’t have to keep standing?" he smirked, winking.

Jessica didn’t need clarification. He rarely kept his hands to himself once things escalated.

"That won't be necessary. We're fine like this," she replied quickly.

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The fresh scent of his shower gel surrounded her.

Before she could react, he captured her lips in a deep kiss. When he finally let go, both were breathless.

"Davis Allen! You're a hooligan!" she cried.

"Wrongly accused! My leg hurts. | just needed srelief," he grinned, still resting his hand on her chair.

"So, tell me, why were you so dazed?" he asked, pulling up another chair and dragging her onto his lap.

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Davis nodded. "It’s fine. Without any proof, it’s recoverable."

Jessica gave a light nod. "How many more days to finish things here?"

He closed his eyes, thinking. "Ten days should be enough."

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"That's fine," she murmured, brows drawn in thought.

"Madam," Davis said suddenly, "can we stop talking business now?"

Jessica frowned. "What again?"

"I'll show you."

Before she could respond, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed.

"Davis, wait—I've got things to do!"

"Don’t worry. You have a full day tomorrow. Tonight, we rest." He smirked, laying her down and sliding in beside

her.

He pulled her into his embrace, his hand beginning its mischievous journey.