Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 201: I owe Madam a gift...

A few hours later, Jessica, worn out from everything, finally drifted off to sleep. Her breathing was steady, and the lines of stress on her face slowly faded.

Davis took a moment to look at her peaceful form. His eyes lingered for a moment longer, filled with a soft gratitude.

Davis checked on her quietly, making sure she was comfortable. Gently, he pulled the duvet up to cover her properly so she could feel warm.

Gently, brushing a loose strand of hair from her face before leaving the room. He turned away, careful not to disturb her, and walked over to his wheelchair.

Dragging his tired body, he settled into his wheelchair. and slowly pushed himself down the hallway toward Ethan’s cabin. The hallway was dim, lit only by the cabin lights. When he got there, he paused and knocked lightly.

Ethan opened the door clearly surprised to see him at his door.

"Boss?" he whispered.

Davis nodded once and he stepped aside, letting him in without a word. Once Davis was inside, Ethan shut the door again and returned to the desk where he had been working.

"How’s everything going?" Davis asked, wheeling himself closer.

Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly, it’s not going to be easy. But I’m doing my best," he said.

"What are the areas of difficulty?" Davis asked, his head already spinning with calculations..

"The problem is, Desmond didn’t just shut down the project—he also made the workers leave. They lost interest because of how badly he treated them." Ethan answered, a tinge of frustration in his voice.

Davis nodded slowly. "It’s okay. As long as Mr. Stan is still willing to try again, we have hope. We’ll call a board meeting with the key people involved and explain things properly. As business minded people, their interest will definitely align besides some still held on to the shares and stocks of this group."

"On arrival?" He asked, his gaze on him.

Ethan gave a small shrug and nodded again "Mr. Stan will be at the airport to meet us. And the hotel arrangements had also been taken care of.

Davis was quiet for a moment, his eyes fixed on the floor in contemplation. "There’s one more thing," he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan turned to him, waiting for instructions. But instead of saying something, Davis did something unexpected.

He backed his wheelchair away slowly, placed his hands on the armrests, and then—carefully—stood up.

Ethan blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. Davis took a few steady steps forward before sitting back down in the wheelchair.

Ethan stood frozen for a second, eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth hanging open. Then he rubbed his eyes. "Did I just see that?" he muttered.

To be sure, he pinched himself. "Ouch... it hurts. So I’m not dreaming."

He rushed over, heart pounding, and crouched beside Davis, placing a hand gently on his knee. "You can stand? You can walk now?" he asked, his voice shaking with happiness.

Davis gave a small nod. He had wanted to keep it a surprise. As much as he appreciated his wife Jessica for everything, he couldn’t forget what Ethan had done for him either.

Ethan had stayed, even when Davis had been at his worst and his temper terrible to condone. He never walked away. When Davis had no strength left, Ethan had quietly taken care of the responsibilities he could manage.

Ethan felt his throat tighten. "I..." he struggled to find words, overwhelmed by emotion. "Can... can you do it again? Just once more. Please." Ethan asked, unable to hide the excitement in his voice.

He had always admired Davis—his height, his strength, his presence. And now, to see him standing again—it meant everything.

With a soft sigh, Davis stood up once more, just for him. This time a little more confidently.

Ethan, overwhelmed, pulled him into a tight hug. "I owe Madam a gift," he said with a smile. "But what can I give someone like her? She’s already so rich and capable..."

Davis chuckled. "Why do you think she won’t appreciate your gift?"

He smiled again, thinking about Jessica. She didn’t care about expensive things. Every day, she amazed him. She wasn’t just a doctor or a surgeon—she was a designer, a CEO, and a business genius too. But if you looked at her, you’d think she was just a simple college student.

"You don’t need to worry," Davis said. "Jessica will appreciate anything you give her. She’s not the kind of woman who looks at price tags.She treasures sincerity. Trust me, she’ll appreciate anything you give—especially if it’s from the heart."

Ethan nodded, still trying to wrap his head around everything. Slowly he returned to his seat, still staring in awe at Davis.

The rest of the night stretched on quietly. With renewed determination the two men spent the next stretch of the flight discussing their plans again and again drafting a comprehensive reformation plan to take back what was lost, revive what had crumbled, and restore the name of the Allen Group in Noveria

They needed to act fast, and the betraying group, he would take care of them later.

With just two hours left before the plane landed, Davis went back to his cabin. He wanted to get their things ready so Jessica wouldn’t have to rush when the time came.

Their plane touched down in Noveria early the next morning. At the airport, Mr. Stan stood waiting, checking every face that passed by.

When he finally spotted Davis, being wheeled through the pedestrian area by a young woman, he froze.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. Rumors had gone around the company that Davis had died. Desmond had even sent out an official message, claiming the company was in deep financial trouble and that things were falling apart.

Just a few days ago, Ethan had reached out to him, saying Davis would be coming to check on things personally. Stan had been excited at the news. But he never expected to see Davis in a wheelchair—or alive at all.

Still, seeing him now filled his heart with relief. This company branch had been Stan’s pride. Being made manager had given his life purpose. He loved the work, the responsibilities, and the recognition that came with it.

And now, his former boss, the man who had built so much, was back.

"Mr. Stan, we meet again," Davis said with a small smirk as he rolled closer.

Stan snapped out of his daze. Embarrassed, he bowed slightly. "I’m sorry, sir," he stammered. Shame burned on his face. He hadn’t meant to be rude, but he had been so shocked.

Davis gave a small, forgiving smile. He understood. He didn’t blame Stan. The shock was too big, and reactions like this were natural.

Reaching out his hand, Davis offered a handshake. Stan hesitated at first, heart pounding in his chest. But the look on Davis’s face made it clear—he was serious. So Stan stretched out his hand and accepted the handshake, his fingers trembling slightly.

"This is my wife," Davis said, nodding toward the elegant young woman standing beside him. "And this is my assistant."

"Your... wife?" Stan echoed, looking at her in disbelief.

Jessica stood tall and quiet, her cold gaze watching everything around her. Something about her sent chills down his spine. She looked so calm, so powerful.

Stan’s heart skipped a beat.

He had worked with Davis before and knew how intense he could be. But now, standing beside him was a woman who looked like she could be even more dangerous. She was stunning and intimidating at the same time.

Stan swallowed hard. He could only think of one sentence to describe the couple standing in front of him.

"Don’t mess with them.".