Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 339: Julian Anderson It was an exceptional day in Country Y. With the buzz from previous weeks carrying into the month's end, the new week was ushered in with hope and anticipation.

The business world stirred to life. Conversations across trading floors, boardrooms, and private clubs all circled around one name...the new Allen Group.

Investors poured over market briefs, plotting the week's strategy.

Business elites kept their phones close, poised to strike deals.

In darker corners of casinos, smoky lounges, and underground circles, quiet deals were inked and betrayals set into motion. The media, too, hovered like vultures, waiting for their next headline.

In the heart of the Allen estate, anticipation took a more personal form.

Today marked Davis Allen's official return to work after a year-long convalescence from his accident.

An event he had once thought he might never live through. He had spent the previous day and the entire night in his study, going over files; projects paused, staff hired and fired, procurements approved and denied, all in his absence.

Ethan had stayed with him, the two of them sharing all three meals in the study. Bella, growing restless with worry, had peeked in several times. But Jessica had only smiled.

Pointing at the swell of her baby bump, with just a few months to welchim into the world. "Even with this, I can still work. Why bother about two grown men?" This morning, Jessica woke up earlier than usual. She made up her mind to prepare his breakfast, the first breakfast as he resumed work.

Seeing her handle the kitchen with efficiency left Deborah and the maids stumped. It proved the fact she wasn't sheiress but rather a lady who had worked her way through life to stand at the peak.

Deborah felt proud of her in her heart. Davis' biological clock seemed to have reverted to his old self as he woke up before dawn, patting the space beside him as it was cold.

Abruptly, he sat up, his gaze scanning around the room, but she wasn't in sight. His heart skipped a beat.

In a flurry, he searched for her, calling her as he searched the bathroom, the closet, and the balcony, but she was nowhere in sight. Yet, her phone was on the nightstand.

After a brief thought, he decided to check the living room, but just as his hand reached for the doorknob, it was pushed in from outside.

Davis paused in his step as he took in the sight of Jessica bringing in a steaming tray of breakfast, well-balanced on her hand.

Without a thought, he quickly stretched out his hand to take it from her, placing it on the bed. checked her hands.

"Were you burnt?" "Why did Deborah let you do it?" Jessica shook her head. "Can you stop the nagging?" "Okay, okay, I will stop but you might hurt." "Yes, I might hurt... a fragile lady with no bones," she snickered.

hurriedly Davis was stumped. He had always known how stubborn she could be, but he wasn't expecting her to go into the kitchen to make breakfast for him.

"Are you the only one allowed to make breakfast and I am not?" she smirked.

If she remembered correctly, most of her breakfasts were usually handled by Davis, unless in certain cases... even when he was wheelchair-bound.

Davis pulled her into his embrace, a grateful smile tugging his lips. "Thanks," he muttered.

"Alright, can you not be all over me? Going late to work on the first day isn't a good example," she said as she playfully pushed him toward the bathroom.

With him gone into the bathroom, she went into her walk-in closet, and coming out, she was carrying a carefully packed bag.

Davis stepped out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist as he made for his walk-in closet. "Take this," she said, handing him the bag.

Davis smiled as he took the bag and walked into the closet. After a few minutes, he stepped out clad in a custom handmade suit with his tie in hand.

Jessica glanced at the outfit and shrugged lightly as she took the tie. Davis' gaze rested on her as she skillfully fixed the tie.

As she made to step back, he pulled her into a tight embrace. "When did you get this done?" he asked, his voice choking with emotion.

"Does it matter?" she asked with a light smile.

"It matters so much. I am happy," he said.

"Alright, can you have breakfast now?" she murmured.

Davis nodded and pulled away from her. He led her forward, and they both settled for a quick breakfast.

After breakfast, Davis went downstairs in the company of Jessica, who picked a food thermos from the table and handed it to him. "Lunch," she said.

Davis nodded in understanding. For the first time, going to work didn't feel burdensome.

Ethan was already waiting beside the car, with the driver at the wheel when they both stepped out of the house. Hugging her briefly, "Be careful. Don't get stressed out with those reports," he warned.

He wondered why she should have so many companies to report to her even in her condition when she should be resting.

"I miss my mum. I will pay her a visit," she said.

Davis' hand paused briefly. The last tthey went there, he had felt someone around, and now, he felt uncomfortable. But then he couldn't stop her.

"Go with enough guards and don't be far away from them," he instructed.

Jessica nodded. "You worry too much," she said. But then she was happy at least someone truly cares.

Davis boarded the car, and slowly the car pulled away, leaving the villa. As the car faded from sight, Jessica entered the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind her. She needed to handle sofficial matters first. ~Mid day~ Jessica stepped out of her room, draped in a simple, comfy maternity dress. A simple handbag in her hand contained her essentials as well as emergency kits.

Slowly, she made her way downstairs. Deborah, draped in her apron, cout of the kitchen carrying a tray of dishes she settled on the table in the dining hall.

Seeing her coming downstairs, she smiled warmly. "Lunch is set. I was thinking of calling you down," Deborah said.

"I'm fine. I want to step out for a bit," she said.

Deborah shook her head. "It isn't wise you leave without eating. Even if it's just a little, then. It will go a long way. Then I can pack up the rest for you." She insisted as she gently pulled her toward the dining table.

Jessica couldn't help cursing the reason why she had cdownstairs just the stshe had lunch. Just like always, she sighed.

She could easily pass her by and go her way, but then on her return, she would never hear the end of it.

At spoint, she had compared her with Richard when she was with him or possibly her mother whenever she was wrong.

But then, she was happy she was there nagging. It showed her care and her effort. She appreciated it. "Alright, just the simplest dishes," she said and settled down.

Taking her plate, Deborah scooped a good amount of food for her to eat before she could leave.

Staring at the food, which could comfortably feed two, Jessica's mouth twitched. But she didn't complain.

After the meal, she called her driver over. With her baby bump gradually getting in her way of doing things, she felt irritated.

Boarding the car, she gave her instructions in a clip: "Cemetery." The car pulled away from the house, speeding through the highway as it arrived at the suburbs before taking the path to the cemetery.

Taking a deep breath, she picked up the bouquets she had purchased at the flower store on her way.

"Wait fordown here," she said.

Carefully she alighted the car, her dress flowing in the wind. Sliding on her sunglasses, she took a deep breath as she made her way toward the stony path, her hair cascading down her back like silk. With a deep breath, she made her way up. This time, she wanted to talk to her mother alone.

Tell her how far she had gone, how tall she had grown, and how happy she had been.

Yes, she really wanted to tell her how she felt when she felt her baby's first to f kick and to find out if she had felt the swhen she was pregnant with her.

Lost in her thoughts, she arrived before the tombstone. But the next moment, she lifted her eyes, herm steps faltered, her breath hitched, her breathing cin gasps, her hand instinctively going to her stomach as she took a step back. A tall young man, clad in a custom-made suit, stood before the tombstone, a similar bouquet as hers in his hand.

His back unfamiliar, yet familiar.

Noticing footsteps behind him, the young man took a deep breath and slowly turned around to meet her gaze.

Jessica's eyes widened, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Julian Anderson," she called.