Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 25: Too reckless

"Are you having fever?" Ethan asked as he noticed the unnatural expression on Davis’s face. Davis glanced coldly at Ethan who quickly shut his mouth up and averted his gaze.

It’s been a long time since he saw such an expression on Davis face. He patted his chest in relief that it was just a glare. It usually spells doom whenever it happens— he couldn’t help but wonder what he has done to offend him.

Though worried, he was grateful for the changes he noticed on him since Jessica’s arrival in the mansion. He seems to have began crawling out of his shell.

Though it may seem their relationship is just a boss and subordinate relationship but their bond has long exceeded such classification —they have passed through so much together.

Hearing Ethan’s question, Jessica’s eyes flew open. She looked at Davis briefly before she stretched her hand and touched his forehead—it was not hot. She sighed in relief and closed her eyes again. Davis glared at Ethan icily as he felt relieved that she didn’t pursue the matter further.

Davis looked at her for a while and sighed in resignation "I think it is too reckless for you to do that but if you say you aren’t then I don’t know what else to say", he muttered. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Jessica opened her eyes and looked at him incredulously. She never expected to hear him say anything relating to the incident again. It’s quite clear he is worried but — why did it sound more like a compliment than a complaint.

"How reckless? I thought you said you aren’t worried about me?" She said with a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Davis turned his gaze towards her "do you by any reason understand that you just broke someone’s leg, a human leg Jessica?" He queried, he didn’t understand how this girl’s brain work.

Though, he was quiet during the incident doesn’t mean he didn’t understand the implications. Looking at the her indifferent expression, he was helpless.

"Yes, I quite understand that it was a leg but —she deserves it and if am given the same choice I will still break it again". She chimed seriously.

Davis stared at her face, his gaze unconsciously gentle and warm as he recalled the series of events that happened in the Brown family.

"Because, she insulted me?" He queried, a glint of several emotions swirling in his eyes.

Jessica returned her gaze to the passing scenery. She hoped not to answer that question. She never thought of breaking Risa’s legs — hearing her call him a rejected and abandoned crippled ticked her off.

It’s unacceptable to her, it wasn’t her business before the marriage but after this marriage though not her choice, she will treat the union as sacred and with utmost sincerity — including protecting everything about him.

But now she dare not tell Davis the truth. She understands that Davis heart is broken and cold, he wouldn’t believe any action as sincere. She will just co-exist with him until when he seriously demands a divorce on the ground of finding the love of his life.

"Not really but she really needs an experience to let her understand what it means to be crippled and I only gave her one, a temporary one." she replied after a brief pause.

Davis smiled, the brief pause she had before giving her reply stood as a testament of what she didn’t want to acknowledge. Finally, it was because he was called a rejected and abandoned cripple. He felt warm and grateful though worried.

"Did you want me to let it slide just like that?" She queried cutting through Davis thought. He leaned back on the seat, his gaze fixed in the distance. "You just made an enemy, a big time enemy." He said rather than answering her question.

Jessica shrugged her shoulders in resignation "well, you are right but — we were never friends to begin with and I think I just handled that efficiently." She replied nonchalantly.

If it’s sometime ago, she might have felt bad but this time she is ready and ready for whatever they think or want.

"Efficiently? Do you think they will just let this slide?" Davis questioned, his tone laced with concealed anxiety.

He hates his situation, he didn’t want to be a burden borne by anyone but this mess was a result of his disability. He glanced briefly at his leg and sighed. Frustration bubbling in him. This is just a beginning and no one could fathom what the future will be. His finger tapped lightly on his lap as he gazed at the scenery lost in thought.

Jessica felt the subtle shift of his countenance "No, they won’t but like I said they love their image more than anything. So, they will plot, they will scheme while I wait for them to bring it on. I. Am. Not. Their doormat ", she stated with a profound finality.

Davis nodded lightly at her resolve though his worry didn’t ease in a way. His gaze lingered a bit longer on her as he took a detailed look at her features— arrogant, bold, unshaken and unfazed as though she has the situation under control.

"You are definitely one crazy type," he smirked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Jessica shot him a look, but then a thought crossed her mind. With a mischievous grin, she suddenly pulled him closer.

Davis was caught off guard, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected action. However, he didn’t miss the playful glint in her eyes.

Leaning in, Jessica whispered in a low, teasing tone, "A crazy wife and a crippled husband—it makes quite a pair."

Before he could react, she abruptly withdrew, trying to put distance between them. She had decided not to tease him anymore, but something about his face always tempted her.

Just when she thought she had fully escaped, Davis stretched out his hand, caught her by the waist and pulled her back toward him.