Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 285: I am sorry

The night air was cool and quiet as the car slowly pulled into the driveway. A soft glow from the sitting room spilled through the curtains, casting long shadows across the windows.

The silver chandelier hanging along the walkway bathed the compound in a gentle light, giving it a calm, almost dreamlike charm.

Crickets chirped into the night, and moths danced around the lights, the compound resting in peace. At the doorstep, the engine went off, and as usual, Jessica stepped out and with the aid of the driver helped Davis into his wheelchair.

Jessica’s footsteps and the soft rolling of the wheelchair echoed gently along the stone path leading to the front door.

Inside, the lights were dimmed, welcoming them with a calm, peaceful ambiance.

Henry, the butler, stepped out quietly from the hallway and gave a slight bow. He had been waiting for the returning since they never mentioned travelling out of the country.

"Welcome back, Sir... Ma’am. Would you need anything for the night?" he asked, already aware of Davis’ habit of avoiding late meals.

Davis glanced at Jessica and sighed. "Babe, do you want anything?" His tone was gentle but uncertain. It was too late to eat, yet he didn’t want to refuse her, unsure if she’d had enough to eat at the Santiagos’.

He made a mental note to take notice of her eating schedule and see if it aligns with the directive of the doctor.

Jessica shook her head. "Just warm water, please."

Henry turned to head toward the kitchen when Davis’s voice stopped him.

"Henry."

His voice was soft yet firm. He took a deep breath to steady his nerves. When he made that promise at Noveria to apologize to him, it seemed simple, and he hadn’t imagined it would feel this difficult.

But now, seeing Henry standing before him, he was at a loss for words as the words stuck in his throat.

Looking back, Davis felt ashamed of how he had treated Henry. But now it was time to make it right.

Jessica sensed the moment. She could the tension in his jaw, his clenched fist. She walked back to Davis, bent slightly, and planted a soft kiss on his forehead, whispering gently, "You can do it."

She stood back up, her expression calm. She would have spoken on his behalf, but this—this he needed to do himself.

It was time he learned the power of a simple, sincere gesture, even as a man of his rank to a person lower than him.

He may have been cold but he was never heartless—this she is sure..

Slowly, she took his hand in hers. Henry stood before them, stiff and uncertain. He blinked, glancing back and forth between them, confusion growing across his face not knowing what to expect.

His thoughts spiraled with thoughts and questions which he didn’t have answers to

Have I done something wrong?

Will I be laid off?

Am I being punished?

Is there a change in my duties?

Am I being replaced?

Is Madam upset with me?

But she didn’t seem upset. Still, his mind kept racing through possibilities with doubts and worry. Racing at a speed counting in nanoseconds.

Jessica caught the whirlwind of emotions on Henry’s face and smiled. If she could freeze this moment and hand it to Henry as a souvenir, she would.

She could at the moment imagine his reaction when the "stone-cold god" himself apologized to his hurt butler.

And She couldn’t stop herself from thinking of what the world would say when it gets to the tabloids that the famously cold Davis Allen apologized to his hurt butler.

Davis closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them with renewed resolve.

"Henry, I’m sorry for how badly I treated you when I got back from the hospital. I was lost... it’s embarrassing, but I pushed people away. I hope you can forgive me. I know words may not be enough, but I’ll show it through actions. Please accept my apology."

A breath escaped him as his shoulders slumped lightly with relief washing over him.

Henry’s eyes widened. He stared at Davis as though seeing him for the first time. His mouth opened and closed, replaying only one line in his mind: I am sorry. He couldn’t believe it.

"Is he having a personality shift?" he muttered quietly but shook his head in denial.

Then he stepped forward and touched the back of his palm to Davis’s forehead. "Not hot," he murmured and stepped back again.

Davis frowned and glanced at Jessica, silently asking, Am I really that bad?

Jessica stifled a laugh.

Knowing neither of them would break the silence on their own, she sighed and said, "Henry, to err is human, to forgive divine. I hope you accept his apology."

Henry nodded slowly, his eyes finally meeting Davis’s.

"Sir... I never held it against you. I understood you were going through a lot, and anyone could have reacted the same way under those circumstances."

Though he had felt hurt, humiliated, and mistreated, Henry had always hoped Davis would come around—because, in truth, he had always been one of the best bosses in Country Y.

He turned to Jessica, his eyes filled with sincere gratitude. "Thank you, Ma’am."

"You two can continue," Jessica muttered with a tired sigh, turning on her heels. "I’m exhausted."

Davis nodded, and Henry left for the kitchen to get her water. As usual, Davis used the ramp while Jessica walked slowly up the staircase. They arrived at their bedroom door together.

Just as Jessica reached for the knob, a voice called from a few steps below.

"Welcome home, Sir, Ma’am."

Jessica turned sharply. "Deborah? You’re here?"

Deborah nodded. "Yes, Ma’am. Ethan brought me in this evening."

Jessica nodded in relief, she had thought of doing it personally but then seeing her, she is grateful to Davis.

Deborah climbed the remaining stairs, balancing a tray with a covered plate in her hands. She opened the door for Jessica while keeping the tray steady.

Jessica’s stomach grumbled softly, and she flushed in embarrassment.

"It’s just a light meal—low in calories since it’s late. I’ll prepare something more for you tomorrow."

Deborah opened the door and stepped inside, setting the tray gently on the small bedside table.

Jessica nodded, touched by the gesture, a smile on her lips "Thank you, Deborah."

They exchanged goodnights. Davis entered next, and the door clicked shut behind them.

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