Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 419 419: Let your emotions guide you

With Jessica awake and still in the hospital for observation, Davis adjusted his schedule of work.

Though she had lost the memories of their days together, for Davis it didn't matter. He was ready to build a new

one, he was ready to start all over again on a clean slate... this tnot forced but with total willingness.

Yet, in this resolve, Davis had a challenge. There was a wide communication gap between them.

With Jessica's memory reverting to the events of two years before the tof the accident, Davis found himself

at a crossroad on how to bridge the gap.

In those two years, he had no place in her life and no space in her heart.

That reality cut him deeply. The pain of being excluded now felt almost identical to the torment he endured while

she was still asleep.

To put it mildly, she was present but unreachable.

For five days, Richard cby the hospital, spending a few hours each tto help her reacquaint herself with

her present life.

He prepared several reports of major events, biographies of friends with details of how they met, and small notes

about important circumstances carefully drawn out.

The intention was simple: perhaps these fragments would either trigger her memory to remember or at least

ease the awkwardness her amnesia had created in her relationships

But none of these reports contained her marriage or her life with Davis for the two years they had spent.

Richard had been the one to compile everything and every detail, but he had deliberately erased Davis from the

narrative.

Jessica eventually called him out on it. He only shrugged. "I can't do anything about that. Your relationship with

him has always been private and personal. | might have known a little, but | think it's best if you meet him again

on your own terms." His lips curved into a smirk.

Jessica was furious. "Richard, the last t| checked you're still my..."

He didn't let her finish. "Jess, you married Davis. I'm just your sworn brother. | hope you rediscover your

husband, not through papers or my words, but through yourself."

His answer silenced her, though inside she burned. For Richard, though, this was deliberate.

He wanted Jessica to recover her memories naturally, but even more, he wanted her to rediscover her husband

without anyone else's influence, without reviews, without reports just by heart.

Maybe it was tfor them to meet each other again...

Maybe this tnot as the Brown daughter with a purpose...

Maybe not a lady accepting a marriage proposal forced by necessity, goal, and desire.

Maybe this was the opportunity open for Davis to turn the table around for the better...

Maybe it was a tto pursue his wife properly and create fresh memories that would change their stories of

trial and trepidation to a more blissful union beyond the simple thoughts of their hearts.

With Richard handling this task, Davis took on the role of a silent companion. His presence had gradually become

part of Jessica's daily life.

He left the hospital at seven in the morning, brought her breakfast at eight, returned to the company at nine,

and by noon he was back at the hospital with whatever work remained.

Silently he worked without saying much other than to chin with a word of care or or stepping in to meet her

needs before she voiced them; an action that proved he knew the problem before she mentioned it.

Every the did, Jessica's thoughts swirled. How does he know my habits so well? But then she would

remember: they said he was her husband.

The thought pressed against her aching temples as she tried to recall even a sliver of their life together. Nothing

came.

In the early days, Jessica had always felt her space was invaded, but as the days went on, she cto accept

his presence as her anchor shielding her from solitude.

After spending about ten days in the hospital, the doctor declared her fit and ready for discharge.

While Jessica thought she would be returning to her mansion at her secret base, Davis had other plans.

Jessica felt her heart racing as Davis carefully handled her discharge processes.

Sitting quietly in her ward, she dialed Richard's number, hoping to inform him to cover to the hospital to

pick her up.

More hopeful she was to return to her simple life at her house, but the thought of leaving the presence of Davis

roused mixed emotions within her heart.

When Davis completed the discharge process, he returned to the ward and carefully packed her things.

While he moved around the ward, Jessica's eyes followed him, her heart racing with questions.

"Why does this feel familiar?"

"Why do | find this a natural sequence?

But then it seems it wasn't in the hospital?

Then where?"

While her thoughts raced with questions, her body did the opposite. She carefully stepped down from the bed

and walked towards him.

Davis was engrossed in his thoughts while his hand worked seriously and his heart swarmed with uncertainties

when he felt an arm snake around his abdomen.

He stiffened.

Jessica chuckled softly at his reaction, strangely amused and inexplicably at ease. She meant to tease him, but

before she could, he spoke in a low, hesitant tone.

"Ba...be, are you okay? he asked after a brief pause.

But next, he felt the arm loosening, a sense of loss washing over him, and his shoulders sagged as her soft

footsteps echoed behind him as she walked back to the bed.

Davis sighed.

Slowly he turned around to face her, Jessica wasn't looking at him. Her eyes darted everywhere else. "Sorry, |

didn't mean to... | just don't know what happened... | thought—" she faltered, fumbling for words.

Davis felt relieved. Though memories might be lost, the emotional attachment and feelings aren't lost.

With a steady measured step, he walked over to her, bent down to meet her gaze. "Why do you say sorry?"

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It was already embarrassing to embrace him and more embarrassing to be asked why she was apologizing. Her

thoughts spun in shame;

Who wouldn't apologize when they made a mistake?

Who hugs someone by mistake?

And why do | feel more embarrassed being asked why | apologized?

But then her mind betrayed her again.

Who made him so good-looking?

How do | keep myself from staring?

If he's my husband, why am | acting like | should run away?

Davis chuckled, seeing her flustered yet keeping a strong front.

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Noting how tense she was, he pressed a light kiss against her neck. "Can you breathe?" he whispered.

Slowly her tense body eased. Davis pulled away, planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

Jessica stood rooted to the spot, her hand instinctively touching her forehead. She felt disappointed, but more

painful was the fact she didn't know why.

Davis studied her face for a bit, reading the emotions flashing across her features. He leaned in and kissed her

softly.

Jessica's eyes widened. But instead of recoiling, she felt relieved and surprisingly satisfied.

As though recollecting what happened, she was about to scold him, Davis turned away and returned to what he

was doing, a soft smile on his lips.

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