Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 28: What did you do?

Desmond was happy at his unexpected harvest. George Brown is really a loser he couldn’t fathom why he was able to mingle in the upper circle of Country A alongside with rich families when he can’t even boast of any of his daughters being well mannered or trained.

Davis sat quietly in the sitting room observing the interactions coldly, he is certain that Jessica isn’t friendly with Desmond but whatever plot she has in stock—is not a good one.

With the strong conviction he felt, he sighed at the prospect of seeing Desmond in fury when he discovers— he was calculated by a mere daughter of the Brown family.

Desmond glanced at Jessica’s innocent face, he couldn’t bear to disappoint her expectation. With a slight nod, he accepted the bottle from her, his gaze challenging to Davis.

"Nephew, your wife seems to have more sense of responsibility and probity —you have to cherish her, you know", he snarled.

Davis nodded at his confrontation "What more should I expect from a woman you have taken the effort and time to chose for me?" He snarled, his tone icy.

"Davis, you don’t have to talk to Uncle this way. I believe he must made some of his decision bearing you in mind", she said glancing lightly at Davis.

"He really bore me in my mind — I can see the proof with the way you are all over him", he muttered coldly.

Jessica smiled knowingly, she didn’t expect Davis to pick up her intention. She smiled inwardly as she scored him a point in her heart. Since Desmond has visited for a spot check it will be unfair not to give an answer he so much desired.

"Uncle, you don’t have to take his word to heart, he will come around one day and then understand your fatherly role" she said, her tone naive and gullible.

Desmond nodded, he is happy to have made this decision, it is rewarding to know she is simple and unassuming. It makes the work more easier.

He accepted the drink from Jessica, his smile flattering as he read through the label a faint smile tugging at his lips "Why do you choose this among the drinks in the shelf?" He asked skeptical of her intention.

"Nothing, I just feel you are a good man and deserve good things. Forgive me if am wrong but I don’t know anything about wines, I only followed my instincts." Jessica answered softly.

Desmond was happy within himself, the exact type of bride he wants for his nephew, the obedient and filial type. He accepted the wine with gusto and opened it. Poured some of its content into the cup "do you care to join me?" He asked with his gaze fixed on her as she fiddles with her fingers.

"Can I? I’ve never taken any drink before and he wouldn’t let me..." Her voice trailed off as she glanced instinctively at Davis whose face has already clouded over. Desmond smiled lightly at her little actions. this is the conviction he wants and he is now certain of his plan.

He downed the liquid in one go, it’s biting sensation thrilling down his throat. Seeing the cheering look on Jessica’s face and her admiration, he downed glass after glass of the gin as though it was the most natural thing to do. He has to prove his ability, his worth making sure that he leaves a domineering CEO’s attitude to convince her in the nearest future.

With a cold smirk Jessica enthusiastically refilled his glass for him and placing it on the table for him.

"Uncle, isn’t the quantity you are taking per glass cup too much?" She queried, concern etched on her face so deeply that it erased every single trace of doubt he had about her.

Desmond, shook his head lightly" Don’t bother little girl, I am quite a good drinker and no matter the quantity of alcohol, am sure to finish it. So many partners had always expected me to prove my sincerity with alcohol." He boasted.

"You are so impressive uncle, some men would have stopped long ago", she smirked as she refilled his glass, a cold glint flashing through her eyes. She couldn’t help but wonder what it is Desmond thought of her—a fool?

He laughed lightly. Being worshiped, adored, and admired had always been his favorite indulgence—a fact he had just confirmed once again making Davis lips curl upward unconsciously.

"Those men stop because they aren’t equal to the task, as an Allen it is necessary to have total control over situations that seem beyond control", he smirked.

Jessica nodded seriously at his suggestion. Desmond reached for another cup, but his hand trembled slightly—a clear sign that the drink was starting to take its toll on him.

Slowly, he downed the glass, his face flushing unnaturally. Jessica watched with a satisfied smile—exactly the situation she had intended.

Jessica knew Desmond choosing a bride from the Brown isn’t an act of love but it is more like a plot to keep a watch over Davis. She has the inkling that Desmond visit might have been a result of the information he got concerning the incident at the Brown family earlier so she decided to put a doubt in his heart making the Brown families and unworthy of his trust, she would want to see what the Brown family will do when they lose the support of Desmond.

"Since he loves been at the top why not satisfy him greatly?" She thought.

She let out a small sigh. "Uncle, can I join the Allen Group? It’s so boring staying at home all day, doing nothing but eating and sleeping. That’s not really living," she complained, her tone light yet purposeful.

Desmond couldn’t believe that she had just walked into the plot herself but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of thinking he allowed it easily.

"Isn’t it better to stay at home and enjoy your position as Davis’s wife? As the dividends rolls in, you can easily get whatever you want and live the life you want?" He responded in a somber tone.

"That’s a good idea but don’t you think that I will become rustic and side lined in the society at the long run?" She asked.

Desmond nodded in affirmation and while he mused on his answer, Jessica continued "Uncle, I will like to learn from you. With your influence and knowledge, it will be a blessing to me" she chimed.

He nodded with all seriousness, he still needed the shares in Davis hand and Jessica working in the company is crucial key to get him to transfer it. "You come to the company tomorrow, I will arrange it."

Jessica sighed in relief, Desmond stood up to leave the mansion but he felt a sharp pain spreading from his stomach to every parts of the body. His step faltered, he wouldn’t want to give Davis any satisfaction of seeing crumble before him. He quickly summoned his chauffeur and left.

"What did you do?" He queried with a glint of amusement deeply concealed in his eyes.

"I sent him to the hospital," she replied shrugging her shoulders at the situation besides he didn’t force him to drink, it was his ego and pride.