Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption-Chapter 231: Jealous..

Jessica felt the air in her lungs knock out abruptly. "Move in?" she echoed, doubt lacing her words. She wasn’t sure she had heard him right—or perhaps, she didn’t want to believe she had.

"Why move in? Aren’t we going back to Country Y soon?" she asked, confusion etching her features as she stared at Davis, searching his eyes for any sign of hesitation.

Davis took a deep breath, choosing his words carefully. "The hotel isn’t comfortable enough for you. It’s a bit too restrictive. Even though we have a full suite with bedrooms, sitting room, and a lounge, it still doesn’t offer the ease you need right now."

There was guilt in his voice. Deep down, he blamed himself for allowing her to stay in the hotel for so long. He had read several articles recently about pregnancy—the need for comfort, consistent rest, proper nutrition, and emotional stability.

Judging by her symptoms, Jessica had likely been pregnant even before their arrival in Noveria. Unknowingly, he had let her endure discomfort.

He felt guilt, and he hoped he could make it up to her even in the smallest possible way.

Jessica furrowed her brows. "What makes you think the suite is uncomfortable? We’ve been there for a while now, and I’ve never complained. Besides, our departure is just around the corner."

"I know," Davis replied, his tone patient but firm, "but that doesn’t mean we won’t return to this city again in the future for business trips or vacation depending on the situation of the moment. So why not have a proper home for ourselves whenever we visit?"

Jessica sighed. She could see right through him. It was an excuse—albeit a thoughtful one. Davis wasn’t just doing this for convenience. He was doing it because he cared. Because her well-being and the baby’s comfort now meant everything to him.

"You’re saying Ethan should bring our luggage over?" she asked, eyeing him skeptically.

Davis nodded. "Exactly."

Jessica shook her head. "Why don’t we go back to the hotel and put a few things in order first? Then we’ll bring them over ourselves."

"You already had a stressful day conducting all the interviews for a new set of workers and according to Ethan you have arranged a seminar as well as a training and retraining session," he said, his tone both informing and inquisitive.

"And you felt it will be less stressful to go to and fro with you just to get the luggage?" she asked with a raised brow.

Davis took a deep breath, his voice rolling out in a low, contemplative tone. "Baby, you have to calm down and understand that as much as you need comfort, so the same goes for the baby."

Jessica rubbed her temples frustratingly. Davis was being overly fussy—attentive to every little detail, almost to a fault since her pregnancy surfaced, and she couldn’t help but muse that the change and care only made things possible because of the baby.

Then, it seems he had to manage his baby alone.

A part of her appreciated his concern, but another part of her couldn’t help the strange, irrational feeling that she was being overshadowed by the very baby growing inside her.

"For the baby?" she asked, her lips weighing the statement over and over again.

Davis nodded lightly, his gentle gaze on her as he tried to let her understand while her brow furrowed tightly.

"So, after everything, it is just for the baby. Then, you just have to wait until the baby is born and grows up to do things for her." She retorted almost in a frustrating scream before she stormed off, heading back to the car.

Jessica felt her blood boil, her mood soured at the mention of the baby. She wouldn’t deny the fact that since last night, Davis’s attitude had been a total flip to the other side.

His words—delicate and caring—should have been addressed to her, yet he had made it an offer stemming from the presence of the little life in her. That is not what she wanted to hear.

Seeing her storm off, Davis felt confused at the reason for her outburst while Ethan clicked his tongue. He felt pity for his boss who had unknowingly detonated a bomb.

From their discussion, he had been able to make out one word—she is pregnant.

"Why did she leave?" he asked Ethan, who did not have any viable answer and decided to stay quiet. Because one wrong advice and his boss might find himself kneeling in the sun to beg his wife.

"Madam seems to be angry," Ethan managed to answer. Davis nodded. "I know she is angry, but then I haven’t said anything to provoke her," he countered.

"Sir, I think you have to ask her clearly. You can’t just draw a conclusion that way," he advised.

Davis sighed, he couldn’t help but wonder if this is the mood swing he read about or is it something else. With a sigh, he motioned Ethan to led the way out.

On the way out, Davis gave Ethan a list of instructions—he wanted to hire a professional chef familiar with the nutritional needs of pregnant women, a skilled gardener to maintain the property’s serene landscape, and a maid to assist Jessica with anything she needed.

Outside the bungalow, Jessica had already boarded the car, her head resting on the headrest, her eyes closed. Davis was helped into the car from the other door, but she paid him no mind.

"Babe, what’s the problem? Did I say anything wrong? Why are you angry?" he asked carefully.

Jessica rubbed her temple as she felt a headache beginning to form. "Can you let me be? When your child comes to life, you can shower him or her with all the love you care."

"Shower him or her?" "What about you?"

"Me? Do you care? Aren’t you buying the house for their convenience?" she complained, her lips pouting.

Davis kept mute for a while as he tried to analyze her statement, his eyes widening. "Babe, are you jealous?" he asked as though having an epiphany.

Jessica averted her gaze from him. She knew it was wrong—jealousy toward an unborn child? It sounded ridiculous even to her.

And yet... she couldn’t ignore how drastically things had shifted between them. The spontaneity, the gentle teasing, the stolen moments of quiet romance—they had all become filtered through the lens of what was best for "the baby."

And with this idea, she wasn’t reconciled with.

Davis smiled. He stretched his hand and pulled her to himself. "Do you know I do these not for the baby but you? Because I don’t want you stressed out, don’t want you uncomfortable, don’t want you to lack anything resulting from an added life growing in you. As a matter of fact, it’s all meant for you and you alone, okay?" He explained gently with love and carefulness.

"You don’t, you have become extremely fussy since yesterday—one comment is the baby, another statement is the baby. Isn’t that because it’s more important?" She complained.

Davis couldn’t suppress the smile forming on his lips. "They are not important like you, you are the most important or is there any word to express it—okay, you’re irreplaceable by anybody not even the kids will replace your place, Okay?" His tone both an assurance and a statement.

Jessica nodded briefly. While adjusting to a comfortable position to continue her sleep, besides she isn’t used to having her head rest on the head rest of the car.

He carefully helped her adjust comfortable and he took a deep breath of relief.

"Thank God it ended this way," he muttered. He couldn’t help but think if days like this are still ahead. But then "why did she suddenly feel jealous of her own baby?" He mused as he calmly studied the woman in his arms, he sighed.

After he ensured he had calmed her down, he signaled Ethan. He and the driver sat in the car and they left.

They returned to the suite and methodically sorted through their things, ensuring only essentials were packed.

The next day, with everything arranged, they officially moved into their new home in Noveira.