Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 43: Family Dinner 2

Davis and Jessica left the house together. In the parking lot, Jessica helped him into the car, ensuring he was

properly settled before sliding into the seat beside him. Ethan took the passenger seat, his heart heavy with

worry—unsure of how his boss and his wife would navigate the scheming Allen family.

The driver turned on the ignition and the engine roared to life. Jessica glanced briefly at Davis who also turned to

glance at her and their gaze locked with determination. Slowly, the car merged into the traffic, the silence in the

car palpable.

~Allen Family Mansion~

The Allen family is known for its long history and standing legacy, a status evident at the mansion that stood

grand and imposing under the evening lights.

The old architectural structure has been renovated with the attachment of modern designs, a move made to

keep them in the loop of the current trend yet its historical essence remains untouched.

The golden chandeliers were visible even from the large glass windows. A well mowed lawn that stretches into

the far distance and the trees planted on both side of the driveway with well trimmed flowers at intervals giving

the landscape a touch of natural beauty and fragrance.

The butler stood at the door anticipating and welcoming the members of the family as they arrive.

A sleek black luxury SUV pulled up to the circular driveway, its engine humming before coming to a smooth halt.

The driver swiftly stepped out and opened the door.

Desmond stepped out first, buttoning his suit jacket with deliberate ease. His sharp gaze flickered to the

towering structure before him, his expression unreadable and cold as he took in the sight of the mansion. His lips

curled up in a cold smile as he glanced behind him.

Vera stepped out after him, her crimson evening gown hugging her figure accentuating her figure, her

deliberately made up face glowing with elegance and confidence, her expression poised but cold.

Today she is the Madam of the Allen family house, she was used to playing her role well, despite the suffocating

weight of the Allen non her shoulders and today’s meal is one of those events she has to play that role.

She stepped back waiting for her husband to alight though the journey has been a cold one but in the face of

other family members they must be the loving couple.

Aaron was the last to exit, adjusting the cuffs of his tailored suit with a nonchalant smirk. His demeanor exuded

arrogance and nonchalancy, but there was an edge to his movements. He didn’t bother looking at either of them

as he strode ahead, as if their presence was of no concern to him.

Desmond sighed at the attitude, it is as clear as day he is still reluctant to accept the marriage he had proposed

by himself seems he will have to do something to keep this two together.

"You're really something, Aaron. Couldn't even spare a glance at your own wife?"

Vera didn’t expect Aaron not to give her face in the presence of Desmond despite he is Aaron's father but it is

pertinent they don’t wash their dirty linens in public.

Her hands clenched with her nails dugging into her palm, her face blank with no expression, but her shoulders

squared with tension. She had long since given up expecting anything from Aaron, but the way he dismissed her

so openly in front of Desmond sent a wave of resentment through her.

Aaron, unaffected, let out a scoff. "Aren't we all here? Or do | have to carry her into the house?"

Vera let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no amusement in it. "You don’t have to bother about me. | have

my legs".

Desmond's gaze flickered between them, amused yet wary. "You two are quite the pair you know," he mused, his

voice laced with amusement.

Aaron smirked, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked toward the building without waiting for any of

them. Vera stood for a while to gather her composure, she must not let anything go wrong, her head held high

she followed behind him.

Desmond sighed at the situation before him. Vera is really one strong lady that he hoped will help Aaron with his

future and development.

The butler waiting patiently for them bowed slightly welcoming them in. "First uncle, Young master Aaron,

Madam, welchome."

With a final glance at each other, they wordlessly moved forward, stepping into the grand hallway of the Allen

mansion each with their own thought.

Shortly after a black Lamborghini glided to a stop in front of the Allen family mansion, its engine humming

smoothly before shutting off. The occupants of the car gazed at the towering building with trepidation.

A flurry of emotion swirling in Davis eyes, he never expected that after paying a visit eight months ago his next

visit will find him sitting in a wheelchair.

Jessica didn’t have the tof thinking about how she felt but is more about Davis emotion. Gently, she placed

her hand on his in silent encouragement. Davis glanced at her briefly. He felt grateful someone is willing to take

this journey with him —at last it is still his wife leading him through the dark moments.

He sighed deeply and nodded lightly at her silent encouragement.

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Quietly, she observed the mansion with a sense of foreboding... It is clear this isn’t a simple family dinner but

whatever it is she will just go with the flow.

Ethan adjusted Davis's wheelchair before stepping back, ready to follow. Jessica moved forward and took hold of

the handle to the wheelchair ready to move forward "Still tto turn back," she murmured, her voice light but

knowing.

Davis glanced at the looming mansion, his eyes dark with unreadable emotions. "Why go back when we are

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Without another word, she pushed him forward, Ethan following closely.

The butler at the entrance bowed deeply. "Young master, Madam Jessica, Ethan you are welcome."

Davis's expression remained unreadable as he nodded slightly, his fingers tightening against the armrest.

As the heavy doors swung open, the warmth of the chandeliers and the hushed voices welcomed them.