Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 138: Waiting for me?

Jessica’s heart thumped against her ribcage so violently she feared it might crack open, her palms trembled slightly as she stood in the elevator and after what felt like it dinged its arrival to the last floor.

She stepped out the elevator and dragged her tired body towards the exit. Every step she took echoed with the weight of the unknown—the truth she had just set in motion, and the consequences it might unravel.

She wasn’t sure what scared her more: the results of the test... or what it might mean for Davis. Or the effect on thejr relationship

The mere thought of him... of the life he had carefully reconstructed from his broken pieces being torn apart again because of her inquisitiveness and curiousity left a hollow ache in her chest.

But no matter how much her heart quaked, this truth had to be known, it had to be revealed. It was better to face this storm than let him walk blindfolded into a future built on shadows. He deserved light, even if it burned.

Her breath hitched as she stopped at the exit door of the hospital, the door slid open and a rush of warm air grazed over body as she stepped out of the hospital building after she made sure of her glasses and face masks in place.

And then—her steps halted.There it was. His car parked right outside the main lobby discreet yer commanding, gleaming subtly under the amber hue of the sun. Her heart skipped a beat as it thumped harder.

"He was still here waiting for me?" She mused. She couldn’t believe it, he had not said anything about waiting for her. He had just waited for her, to be the first person to welcome her. Jessica felt a rare smile creeping up her lips.

She walked briskly toward the car, her mask still clipped in place and dark glasses shielding her eyes, her entire posture betrayed the storm within her. She looked calm and composed but her heart was a fragile bubble of tangled emotions, swelling and threatening to burst. Her gaze locked on the familiar car waiting by the curb, the silhouette inside unmistakable.

Her smile was short-lived as guilt and skepticism welled up in her heart yet she quickened her pace nonetheless. As she got closer to the car, the window slowly rolled down in a smooth glide.

Revealing his presence — Calm and Poised with his signature look of quiet pride and restraint shielded in the car from the prying eyes of people.

She felt warm and happy. She never imagined in this lifetime someone waiting for her patiently while she does her work. Jessica opened the car door and slipped in beside him, her hands trembling ever so slightly in her lap.

"You waited or just arrived?"

She asked, her voice low, tinged with suppressed emotions that were threatening to burst. No matter how much she wants to deny that feeling it always raises its head.

"What do you think," he replied simply, but the way he looked at her made her knees weak. Without giving her a second to think it through he lowered his head slightly and captured her lips in an intense yet a gentle kiss.

Her face blushed and she broke away from the kiss panting meeting his gentle gaze with emotion swirling in them. Like one drawn by an unseen hand she pulled him closer deepning the kiss pouring in all her emotions into them.

As they parted, Jessica’s face was beet red with blushes while gasping for breathe. Taking a deep breath she gathered her emotion and composure.

"How was it?" he asked, his gaze brushing over her face with unspoken concern.

"Success," she said slowly. Davis nodded, his eyes brimming with pride at her success.

"Then, it must be a rough day." He asked with concern laced in this voice. She nodded slowly, her lips parting—but the words lodged in her throat. Instead, she let silence speak for her, filling the space between them with everything she couldn’t say yet.

Davis gave a subtle signal and the driver immediately stepped into the car. With practiced ease he started the car which roared to life and slowly exited the hospital and several other security details closely following in a subtle formation. Their departure was seamless and unnoticed, but entirely intentional.

Risa stood frozen at the hospital entrance, stunned, her eyes wide with disbelief as she watched the scene unfold before her.

She had just stepped out of the hospital exit after visiting a patient when her gaze landed on a familiar figure striding gracefully toward a luxurious car. Her heart skipped, then pounded—hard.

That poise, grace, step and back she is too familiar with it that even when burned to ashes will be dictated by her let alone in the sea of people. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Impossible," she whispered.

"Jessica?, isn’t she missing with Davis? How come she is here? It can’t be true.

She rubbed her eyes as if to erase the image, hoping it was just a figment of her imagination. But no, it was real—undeniably real.

Jealousy flaring like wildfire in her chest at the sight of Jessica, cloaked in elegance and mystery, her face hidden behind designer sunglasses moved with an effortless grace that made heads turn.

And if that wasn’t enough, the car she approached was unmistakably high-profile... "and it waited for her, but who was that man?" She mused after not getting a clear picture of man inside the car.

She pulled out her phone and took a quick sneak shot of her back walking farther and farther away she must let her father and Desmond know.

But then, a huge tall man approached her, his face cold and menacing as he straightened his hand towards her requesting for her phone. Risa felt her memory refreshed at his audacity of asking for the phone.

"Delete the picture of our boss." He drawled icily slicing through her thought, her body trembling lightly and mouth widened with shock at his words.

"Boss? Who? That is my sister not some kind of your boss. You must be blind." She rattled at the top of her voice.

Like lightening, her phone was taken from her and with ease, he deleted the picture and throw the phone back into her arms while she struggled to get hold on it.

"Our boss had no sister not to talk of the pathetic one. Don’t be delusional."

Risa’s breath hitched. Her chest burned with rage and bitter confusion. It can’t be true but just as she was about to retort, he was long gone when her gaze was on the the sleek car pulling away, flanked by a subtle convoy of black vehicles—silent, powerful, and unmistakably elite.

Her hands clenched in frustration, stamping ber feet in rage she left the scene.