Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 30: It doesn’t add up

Jessica need not be told that Desmond isn’t a simple man. She had done her background check on him and discovered so many of his schemes over the years. Her heart felt warm seeing how worried he is about her. She made a decision of reassuring him though on most circumstance Davis always tries to avoid her but these few days seems different.

With a light calculated footsteps she approached him, bent down to slightly to meet his gaze, several emotions— anger, hurt, betrayal, fear and resistance swirled in his deep eyes. Jessica felt herself drawn into them, The familiar yet unfamiliar face made her fall into a trance. Slowly, she stretched her hand and lightly caressed his face. "I can take care of myself", she muttered.

Davis felt his breathe hitch at the close proximity as the now familiar lavender scent of her body filled his nostrils meddling with his thinking urging him to draw her closer to himself —to hold her in his arms.

"There is every reason to work in the Allen’s and with the situation now I think am more suitable to", she murmured.

She stood up and turned to leave but just as she took a step, Davis reasoning flew out the window. He skillfully grabbed her wrist pulling her back.

Jessica yelped as she lost her footing due to the pull, she prepared herself for a fall but the next moment a strong grip on her waist held her in place— only for her to find herself on his lap while her hand grapple tightly on his collar, her eyes widening and her heart racing in shock.

"What do you think you are doing?", Jessica fumed while Davis smiled widely.

"You are already leaving when I am not done talking so ... I had to call you back." He answered with an unconcealed smile. He had pulled her on impulse but then he didn’t regret it, it was exactly the result he wanted.

"And can’t you call me instead of pulling me like that?" She asked. She don’t understand how he hoped pulling her will draw her attention, what if she had landed on the floor.

"Miss Brown, why take offense when you are the one that threw yourself on me and am only been the good Samaritan keeping you from falling." A mischievous grin on his face.

"Allen Davis, are you finished? You pulled me yet you mock me?" She fumed in rage with the blush creeping on her face as she struggled to stand up. "Now, let go", she drawled.

Davis finds it amusing seeing her anger which was just like a punch in the wind. "And if I don’t?"

Jessica didn’t believe she wouldn’t punch this man on the face. She has been trying to make them both co-exist peacefully yet he pushes his luck daily.

"Fine, what do you want? And can you let go of my waist I want to stand up." She said glaring at him.

Davis slowly caressed her waist, she flinched, her breathe coming in gasps accompanied by the tingling sensation within her thighs. "D... D...avis, will you ...stop", she stammered.

"Are you that sensitive?" He asked not letting her go but rather he relaxed his back on the wheelchair, his grip not lessening in any bit.

Jessica didn’t want to think about the heat crawling up from the spot his hand is resting on because It’s ridiculous how this man will keep invading her senses whenever they are in a close proximity.

It is very clear between them that they aren’t in love with each other. Davis mostly wants her out of his life but he manages to co-exist with her as a ploy to prevent Desmond from sending more bride to him and for her, he only needed him as a platform to carry out her revenge.

Why the pull? Why the sensitivity to touch? Aren’t these meant for two people who are in love? It’s high time, they make their relationship clear, She can’t let this go on.

But then, Davis seems to derive joy in her predicament. Isn’t he supposed to hate her for taking the place of his sweetheart just a few days after he woke up and for been planted in his life by the uncle he hates.

"It doesn’t add up." She muttered to herself.

"What doesn’t add up?" He asked with his brows raised.

"Do you really want to know what it is that doesn’t add up?" She asked seriously.

"Yes, I would like to but before that I think it’s time we discuss our marriage properly", Davis said making Jessica’s body tensed.

Davis felt her reaction and raised his eyebrow "Are you scared?", he asked with amusement.

Jessica had planned on talking about this but as he mentioned it on his own accord it felt different, her heart skipped a beat. She no longer wants to predict what it should be or how it can be. It seems it will be better if they can co-exist peacefully.

Davis glanced at the woman in his arm, confusion written clearly on her face. He also didn’t feel calm about what he wanted to say. She may reject the idea or she may accept it but then —As much as she didn’t want to be married at this time, she can not change the status quo.

"Don’t you think it is better we move over to the dining table, sit down and discuss then holding unto me this way?" She asked tentatively. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

"Does it matter the location of our discussion?" He asked indifferently.

She is afraid that remaining in his arms like this will make it impossible for her to make the right decision but for Davis —this is the only reminder that what he has now is the present and should be regarded as such.

The events of the past few days had made him think, it is clear that none of them wants this marriage and it is not necessary to hold each other hostage. May be the craving for his freedom made him think though he might have said it in a haste but it is no doubt that it is the basic and should be done first.