Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 275: A fair game...

As the car pulled away from the hospital, leaving behind the chaos of reporters and buzzing media, Jessica let

out a deep, quiet breath, her eyes closing for a moment, the fleeting darkness offering brief solace. Her thoughts

drifted to the dinner meeting set for the next day and her brows subtly creased in concern.

Davis, seated beside her, noticed the tension in her shoulders. He gently pulled her into his arms, pressing a soft

kiss to her lips."You’ve been worrying a lot lately," he murmured. "Thinking about too many things more than you

used to."

Though they’d only been married for a little over a year, they'd weathered enough storms to understand the

unspoken. He could tell when something was weighing heavily on her heart.

Jessica turned to him, her voice soft. "Do you really think so?"

Davis nodded lightly, his gaze warm as he gently stroked her arm. "In the past, you didn’t stress over gains or

losses. You took things as they cand made your decisions based on the situation. But now..."

His voice trailed off into the hum of the car’s silence.

Jessica sighed. She had noticed the shift in herself too, her growing hesitance, the creeping doubt, the wavering

certainty and sometimes the overthinking. She never took it seriously before, often brushing it aside. But now,

with Davis pointing it out, she made a mental note to address it.

But cto think of it, she hadn't really changed her way of thinking. It was just that he was beginning to notice

and understand every nuance of her mood and unspoken actions—things he hadn't truly paid attention to in the

past.

Jessica sighed. "Maybe I'm not actually second-guessing myself. Perhaps he’s just becoming more worried about

my affairs than he should be," she mused.

"Why did you suddenly decide we should return to our old home?" she asked.

Davis inhaled deeply, his mind already made up. "I've thought about it. We're under public scrutiny, and with the

spotlight on us right now, exposing your residence could bring unnecessary attention. It’s not supposed to be

public knowledge—if the media finds out, your privacy and our safety could be compromised. So, it's better to

stay somewhere that’s already known to them."

Jessica's lips curled slightly. "You're being cautious."

He nodded, serious now. "I'm being realistic," Davis replied. ""Think about it. Today we managed to dodge the

press, but what if someone had followed us? That house was a sanctuary. Let's not turn it into a trap.

His shoulders slagged lightly, his gaze in the spaces with a thoughtful expression "That place was meant to

remain hidden. All the while, no one expectedto be in town, let alone listening to the news and still not being

found."

Jessica chuckled. "Were you even searched for?" she teased.

She would bet her most treasured possession that Desmond never really searched for Davis.

The thought of him caused her breath to hitch. She had thought that Desmond visit on the hospital as Grandpa

Allen had requested, would ease tensions but instead, it had made things worse.

Now, Desmond was unpredictable—trained in the Allen family, and aware of so many of their secrets. That made

him dangerous.

Noticing her silence, Davis looked down at her. "Babe, what are you thinking about?"

Without hesitation, she whispered, "Desmond."

The nhit Davis like a punch. His fists curled, and his expression turned cold and unreadable.

"What about him?" he asked quietly.

"| just feel... things might spiral out of control."

Davis let out a soft laugh. "Why?"

"Because," she explained slowly, "he’s not an Allen by blood—but he was trained like one. Don’t you think that

kind of knowledge can cause a lot of damage?"

Davis shook his head, a soft smirk playing on his lips as he stared into space.

"No damage at all. In fact, if he wasn’t trained like an Allen, how else would he make the one mistake that brings

him down?"

Jessica blinked, analyzing his words quickly. Her eyes widened as realization hit her.

"You're wicked," she breathed.

He chuckled. "I haven't done anything wrong. Just playing by the rules. What goes around, comes around. Would

you blme?"

She shook her head, stunned.

"You're planning to let his own greed destroy him?"

"A fair game," Davis replied calmly.

He grew quiet, his voice lower.

"| didn’t even know my uncle was adopted. Grandpa never said anything. Neither did my dad."

He paused, his mind drifting back to the past, the pain of losing his father to a schemed betrayal. And now

learning it was at the hands of someone who wasn’t even true family... it cut deep.

Jessica rested her head on his shoulder. "It's okay. At least now you have a template to work with."

Just then, Davis's phone buzzed. One of his subordinates was calling.

"Boss, your uncle just hired a legal team to look into succession laws. And he’s called in reporters to announce

his adoption."

Davis's face darkened. So soon? He hadn't expected Desmond to move this fast.

"Alright," he said calmly. "Send in our own media team. Let them cover the story, then I'll tell you how to handle

it."

"What about the legal team?" the voice asked.

"Which team is he using?"

RIN

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