Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 26: Where is the marriage Certificate?

"W-what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice almost in a whisper as she glanced quickly at the front seat.

She has to admit it, being too close to him always left her flustered, her heart racing as his hand clasped tightly at her waist. She couldn’t help screaming in her heart .

"Who asked her to tease him?"She couldn’t help but wonder what he is going to do next.

"Didn’t you just say we make a pair?" He asked with a bright smile that made her fall in to a trance. The face, the eyebrows—all seems familiar as though she had encountered it some where but she couldn’t place the face familiarity amongst her encounter.

This lingering familiarity has been there since the first day she met him in the study to sign the marriage registration documents. She had waved it off but now —she has to think harder but no recollection whatsoever.

She sighed heavily as she pulled out of her reverie only to discover Davis face a few inch closer. Her heart which seems to have been calmed down raced again with trepidation, her heart thumped rapidly in her chest—loud and clear in her ears.

Heat rushed up to her face, she blushes at the closeness. Her head screaming of the danger of their closeness; her thought clouded by the heat rising in her body due to Davis hand clasped tightly on her waist.

For the past twenty two years of her life, she has only maintained a casual body contact with the opposite sex— hand shake, side hug, a pat on the shoulder. But Davis had clasped her waist without informing her and still refused to let go.

Their gaze locked, Davis studied her facial features with all seriousness, his gaze drifting to her alluring lips at intervals. His eyes held so many emotions with one dominant —hesistance. He stretched his hand and raised the privacy partition to separate them from Ethan and the driver. The atmosphere in the car became more ambiguous.

The driver and Ethan glanced at each other and promptly reduced the notice of their presence. They didn’t want to spoil the master good fortune.

Jessica was at loss of what to do— she didn’t know if she should pull back or stay in place. Her thoughts were jumbled. Slowly, Davis pulled back. Jessica sighed in relief.

Davis felt her tense body gradually relax, he gently pressed her head down to his shoulder while lightly patting her back "Take a rest", he murmured. His tone gentle, soothing and comforting.

Jessica was surprised at his suggestion and the change in his expression. She relaxed as she adjusted to a more comfortable position. It felt as though she had done this several times beforehand and she felt safe. A feeling that had eluded her fifteen years ago.

She was really tired. It was a troublesome task to handle the Brown family and it will definitely not end in a while. She sighed heavily releasing the pent up stress threatening to crush her. "It was really hectic taking care of them", she muttered.

Davis looked at her incredulously. She didn’t show any weakness when she handled the situation.

"Inform me when we arrive", she muttered as she drifted off to sleep.

Davis chuckled at her action. He felt déjàvu at his series of actions. It was so real and familiar that he had to look at her face again to search for a clue but there is none.

"Slow the ride, she is asleep", he instructed the driver as he lowered the partition.

Ethan was surprised, he felt worried for Jessica but then Davis had instructed them to slow down. It seems Desmond is right this time. Though, his intention of giving Davis a useless bride is to ensure he never rises again but may be, may be this situation will be a blessing in disguise for Davis.

Davis felt conflicted in his thought as he looked at the petite girl sleeping beside him, the reason why she had entered his life, the familiarity he felt though it was fleeting, the heartbreak he had experienced— all in all this marriage is just a sham. But why does it feel more comforting in her presence?

It seems there is need for them to discuss the parameters of their marriage though forced to marry but it is real and legal. He glanced at the peaceful face and felt a little angry "Has she been this close to other men?", he mused.

He rejected the thought as soon it filtered through his mind. He assured himself that this is just an arranged marriage by the family— no need to bother about the unnecessary.

"Ethan, where is the marriage certificate?" He asked his tone calm and devoid of emotion.

Ethan felt his hallucinating, should a prophet tell him Davis will ask about the certificate he will definitely call him a fake. "Madam, is with the certificate", he replied.

Davis nodded lightly. The rest of the drive was quiet save for the faint breath of Jessica and hum of the engine.

After they arrived home, Davis instructed the driver to wait for her to wake up but Jessica stirred awake. Noticing she is still in the car, a sigh left her lips. "How long?" She clipped.

Davis kept quiet, he didn’t find it necessary to tell her as long as she had slept enough. Jessica glanced at his expressionless face and couldn’t help but sigh. Without another word, she alighted the car and walked around to help him into the wheelchair. freēwēbnovel.com

Slowly, she pushed him inside. As they stepped into the living room Jessica step faltered but quickly she gathered her composure while Davis gaze was frosty. On one of the couch, Desmond sat like a god, a smirk on his lips.

He glanced between the duo that just came, a gaze both Davis and Jessica found disgusting. He was the reason of their forced union— a score yet to settle.