Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 364: Keep away from my own husband...

Chapter 364: Keep away from my own husband...

Jessica's car slowly pulled into the club, picking up her overcoat by the side. A guard opened the door from the outside; she slowly and carefully stepped down.

She took a glance at the building, which seemed peaceful outside, but no doubt it was certainly not peaceful inside.

She didn't need to think to know it must be bustling with activities, schemes, and plots. She took a deep breath and stepped forward, walking through the revolving doors of the club.

Carefully, she made her way towards the staircase, deciding to follow her instincts, but then she halted a waiter who was by the side. "Excuse me, I have an appointment with Davis Allen in this club, but unfortunately, my phone was off. Can you please showhis box?" she asked.

The waiter stared at her for a while, silently gauging her appearance, composure, and elegance. "It seems she isn't simple. Maybe she is really invited by him." The manager had earlier informed them of his arrival, though it wasn't made public, but now seeing this lady mention having an appointment, then definitely must be true.

He nodded. "I will show you." He spurned on his heel, walking back towards the direction she was headed toward. They turned towards another hallway after a few more steps before they arrived before a closed door. The waiter bowed slightly. "This is his private room," he said.

"Thank you very much," Jessica answered.

"Just my work." As the waiter left her, Jessica took a breath, contemplating either knocking before going on or just pushing the door open and going in.

On second thought, she decided on the latter. She pushed the door in and stepped into the room; a wave of chills hit her face. "Too high," she murmured.

The soft neon light spun slowly, casting shades of colours on the people in the room. A faint scent hitting her nostrils made her brow furrow as she quickly analyzed the scent.

Waving her hand over her nostrils, Jessica slowly walked into the room, her eyes scanning the room before settling on the people in the room. Her eyes narrowed at the scene before her.

Davis sat with his legs crossed over the other like an emperor; a young lady sat several metres away from him. Her hands bound, her body drenched in sweat as she twisted continuously, rubbing her legs against the other, her voice sultry as she pleaded with him.

His gaze lifted and settled on the lady who stepped in. "You are here?" Her voice was calm and collected. "What is going on?" Davis stretched his hands towards her, beckoning her to himself; she looked at his outstretched hand and at the lady on the other side, several emotions coursed through her chest.

Why is there a lady in his box? What had transpired between them? Why was there a faint scent in the air? Did he run off to this point for pleasure? She shook her head. "No, he wouldn't do that." "But then, who is this lady?" In contemplation, she walked over to him, her brow furrowing in thought; arriving a step away from him, gently he pulled her to his laps.

Davis raised his hand and gathered a few strands of Jessica's hair as he twirled it in his hand. He glanced at his wristwatch. "It's past midnight; why did you cout?" "Really? If you haven't thrown the guards off your trail, would I have to take the pain of coming to seek you out?" she fumed.

"Alright, my bad." He smirked.

Planting a light feather kiss on her cheek. "Are you still angry?" "Was I angry? How cI never noticed?" Jessica asked with a raised brow.

"You're not angry? Why storm off then?" Davis asked, his eyes glinting with mischief.

"Aren't you the one shouting atwhen I was just trying to let you understand?" she retorted.

"Baby, do you really understand the situation surrounding us?" he asked again.

"Instead of shouting atagain, let's leave this matter," she murmured.

Removing a few strands of hair from her face. "Don't you think we have to talk this over calmly?" "It's your decision to make, but then I wouldn't want to be a bane limiting your progress and growth," she stated. Though she was asking him to go, she had already imagined how lonely and withered her life at that moment would be.

She had wanted to suggest travelling with him, but knowing Davis, that is impossible.

Davis stared at her face quietly, yet her words tugged at the strings of his heart. Taking a glance back, all she had always done was seeking out his good.

Last week, he had gone on a brief business trip; she had spent every minute, every second calling, to a point he had decided to leave his phone on live chat while he worked.

And Deborah had reported she was restless and wasn't eating well, yet she insisted...

Several questions churned in his heart. "Why wouldn't she be selfish for once?" "Why wouldn't she nag to let her tag along? Why wouldn't she, like other women, use her pregnancy as bait? Would Vera have askedto go on a summit when she is pregnant?" Jessica had her gaze trained on the young lady twisting herself, her hands bound, and an unfinished glass of wine on the table.

"Who is she? Why is she in your box, and this faint funny scent in this room?" Jessica asked, glaring at Davis with an accusing glint.

Her voice snapped Davis out of his daze. "Funny scent like what?" He smirked as he lowered his head, his breath fanning her neck.

Jessica silently analyzed the scent she perceived as she stepped in.

A faint trace of jasmine, patchouli, with several other combinations of herbs potent in sensual effects could only point at one drug.

The alarm bell began ringing in her head, she snapped her gaze on Davis.

Her stare intense and probing as she took in the sight of his suit, tie, and shirt... it was intact; she sighed with relief.

"So, what happened? Why is there a dissipating fragrance of aphrodisiac?" Davis pointed at the lady before him. "Her handiwork." Jessica turned her gaze to meet the young lady who was already in a pitiful state, seemingly drugged and oblivious of her surroundings.

She continuously murmured to herself in a sultry tone.

Jessica was quite sure that if her hands weren't bound, she might have gone naked.

Davis noted her changing expression and his eyes glinted with mischief, his hands began to play rogue as his palm roamed her back.

"Since you already know what it is... wouldn't you help this young man out?" Jessica patted off his hand. "Can you pause it?" She glared at him and tried to stand up, but Davis held her back. "Not too fast." With his free hand, he dialed a contact from his phone while Jessica sat back and watched, not asking, not commenting on who he was calling.

The call was picked at the first. "Findin box 1405," his voice crisp and calm.

After a moment, the door creaked open and a guard stepped in.

Gesturing to the young lady, Davis's lips curled into a cold smirk. "She om wants to play all night, you can take play a her with you, but I only wanted an answer from her, and you know what I mean?" The subordinate's lips curled upward coldly. "Got it."

As though she recollected herself, hearing the instructions, the the ladyn dived forward; aggressively she crawled forward and held his feet. "Please, don't handover to them."

Jessica's eyes glazed with coldness.

"Young lady, don't push my button.

You wouldn't want to see my other e side f fornmaking a move on... my... husband. Let go this minute," she drawled, her voice low and sharp, every word edged with warning. She might have kept calm about whatever that might have happened before her arrival.

She had only chosen to trust him, but then before her... no one dares.

The young lady slowly pulled her hand away from her, her gaze defiant, her body trembling, a clear palm print on her cheeks, a testament to how furious Davis had been.

But the next moment, the lady laughed hysterically. "Your husband? Aren't you delirious?" She struggled to stand, but with her hand bound, she wobbled and fell.

Jessica felt her temper snap. She took a slow, calculated step towards her, her gaze cold without emotion. "Delirious, you say? I will show you how." She bent down and picked up the unfinished glass of wine; forcefully opening her mouth, she poured in the wine.

The lady struggled, panting as the wine went down her throat, almost choking her. "The next tyou want to seek out a man, keep away from my own husband." She handed the glass to the guard as she stepped back. The lady fell into a fit of coughing and retching.

Without uttering another word, Davis led Jessica out of the box.

Stepping out of the club, the night air soothing their skin.

Jessica yanked Davis's hand away from her wrist. "Mr. Davis, do you really know what it means staring at other women when they are almost naked?" "I wasn't looking. I was only trying to get my revenge on her." "Your revenge?" She smirked, staring at him. "Then, how do I get my own revenge on you?" "Isn't it simple? I will undress while you stare at me." Davis smirked.