Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 179: Hubby

The sun was already high in the sky when Jessica stirred from her sleep. Her hand patted the space beside her, and when she felt no one there, she slowly opened her eyes. She was right—no one was there.

Her stomach rumbled loudly. Shaking her head helplessly, she muttered, "Hungry. I wonder if there’s any breakfast downstairs."

She glanced around the room, but there was no sign of Davis or anyone else. Her ears perked up as she strained to hear if he was in the bathroom, but it was silent.

The bed was already cold—a clear sign that Davis had left a long time ago, she wondered where he had gone off to while she is still dozing in bed at such an odd hour. Rubbing her temples, she sighed. "At this rate, I’m definitely becoming lazy," she muttered to herself.

Her eyes fell on the bedside table. "Is that breakfast?" she murmured, a bright smile warming her lips. Swallowing hard, she pushed herself up toward the edge of the bed and her eyes widened, mouth watering at the sight of the simple breakfast.

She didn’t doubt that this was his doing. For a while now, Davis had taken over preparing her breakfast. Some adjustments had even been made to their room—it had been expanded to include a kitchenette, stocked with simple groceries to avoid his constant trips to the central kitchen.

Jessica doubted she’d ever be able to enjoy breakfast elsewhere without recalling the taste of his. It had slowly become familiar and comforting.

Though she never expected much from him, she felt genuinely happy whenever he did things like this. At some point, it had even become a quiet expectation. But this morning’s gesture was a surprise—he wasn’t around, and she hadn’t thought he’d prepare it before stepping out.

She lifted the cover slowly, revealing a mouthwatering, exquisite breakfast: toasted bread, sausages, scrambled eggs, and vegetables, with a flask of tea on the side. A sticky note was placed nearby: "Breakfast for you. Be back soon."

Looking at the breakfast and reading the note made her heart flutter. Without getting out of bed, she carefully carried the tray to herself, setting it down with her legs crossed beneath her. She poured the tea into a mug, her movements tender as she arranged the food.

She felt grateful he’d thought to put the tea in a flask to retain its warmth. Without a second thought, she dug into the meal. The taste was unique—she made a mental note to ask him for his recipe.

After the refreshing breakfast, she rubbed her stomach in contentment and slowly set aside the empty plates. Then, she picked up her phone intending on calling him.

A glance at the time on her phone made her gasp. Her shout tore through the silence of the room as she bolted from the bed, rushing toward the bathroom to shower and prepare for the business meeting she had at noon.

As she passed the mirror, she caught a glimpse of herself. Her steps halted instantly. Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart thumped in her chest.

With slow, measured steps, she returned to the mirror and stared at her reflection. "Unbelievable," she whispered, slowly tracing her fingers over her neck, nape, and shoulders—hickeys were scattered across her fair skin.

Her shoulders slumped as she sat down, deep in thought. She scanned the dressing table, which had only a few items—she wasn’t a fan of heavy makeup.

"What do I conceal this with?" she murmured. After a while, she stood up, deciding to take her bath first and then figure things out.

After showering, she returned to the dressing table and applied several layers of concealer, hoping to hide most of the marks. For the rest, she decided to wear a turtleneck.

She combed her hair, then stepped into the closet and chose loose-fitting pants paired with a sleeveless brown turtleneck. freёweɓnovel.com

Just as she slipped on her shoes, she sighed in frustration. She had forgotten to pack her bags before taking a bath. It had almost become a routine that he is the one to pack her bag

"He didn’t know I’d be going out," she mumbled, beginning to organize her things.

The door clicked softly, and Davis entered. His gaze swept over her. "Going out?" he asked, his voice calm and gentle.

Jessica nodded, the frustration still visible on her face. Davis moved to her side and took the backpack from her.

"If I’d known, I would’ve packed it for you," he murmured.

"Thanks for the breakfast," she said with a smirk, a smile tugging at her lips.

Davis didn’t stop as he placed the last item into the bag. "All set. But where to?"

Jessica, sensing his reluctance, peered at him playfully. "What? Want to come with me?" she teased, knowing he often hated being apart from her.

"Shouldn’t I?" he replied, his gaze intense as if searching her face for something. Before she could respond, his next question caught her off guard: "Applied concealer?"

Jessica glared at him, earning a chuckle from him. "It’s that obvious," she mumbled.

"You’re right," he nodded and motioned for her to come closer. Jessica trotted to his side, and as usual, he pulled her to sit on his thigh, capturing her lips in a deep, unexpected kiss.

Her hands patted his shoulders in protest, and when he finally let go, she was already panting.

"Davis! You messed up my lipstick," she complained with a pout.

"Isn’t it time you changed that title?" he smirked, eyes dancing with mischief. "Or should I remind you what you once called me?"

"What did I call you?" she asked, avoiding his gaze. Her heart thumped wildly. If she didn’t know better, she’d think this was Davis’s twin—he seemed like a completely different person this morning.

She’d even wondered if he had some sort of split personality triggered by certain things.

His gentleness was still there, but now, there was something else—dominance.

"You don’t remember?" he smirked, leaning in to bite her earlobe lightly. Her body shivered, his hand roaming along her back. "Should I remind you?"

Jessica gasped, her breath short as the sensations overwhelmed her. "Ca..n.. you... stop?" she stammered.

"Maybe when you remember," he said, his hand slowly moving to cup her breast, his palm igniting heat through her body. She struggled to keep her composure.

She had an important meeting—one that had been scheduled for a month. She had to attend. It was crucial for everything concerning the Browns.

"Sweetheart..." she whispered, hoping he’d relent. But he only shook his head gently. "Not that—and you know it."

Jessica felt herself slipping under his touch. She didn’t want to give in, not after all the sleep she’d just had. But his tone, his eyes—they spoke volumes.

After a brief pause, she gave what she hoped was the right answer. "Darling," she said softly.

Davis smiled. She was about to sigh in relief when his next words stole her breath—and her strength.

"That’s good... but not the one. Let me give you a hint. The name you called me the day you first came to the mansion."

Jessica’s breath hitched.

She remembered.

Back then, he’d had a nasty temper, often throwing things in anger. To stop him, she’d used that name to tease him—never expecting he’d take it seriously.

Her mind whirled, trying to think of another name, but there was none.

"Hubby," she whispered.

Davis smiled and gently clasped her neck before kissing her deeply. Their breaths grew ragged.

Seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes melted into hours—until Jessica completely lost track of time.