Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: I remember...

Slowly, the gate closed behind her. She turned on the stereo, soft pop music playing lifted her mood. She had her car windows rolled down, letting in a rush of air. Her mood was careless and almost rebellious.

Her grip on the steering tightened slightly, her feet pressed down on the gas pedal, and the car shot out like an arrow.

A few meters away from the main traffic, the sharp shrill sound of her phone ringing broke through the soft music coming from the speaker.

She didn’t have to check her phone to see who was calling; the ringtone had been specifically assigned to a particular person.

Calmly, she connected to the car’s Bluetooth as she answered.

"Hello?" she clipped, with a faint knowing smile playing on her lips.

From the time she picked out the car and dismissed the guards, she was certain he would call back.

"Where is it?" Davis’ voice came through the speaker, soft and probing.

"Leaving the estate, headed for the city mall, checking up on some things to handle some work."

After a brief chat, the call ended. She sighed with relief at least, this time, he hadn’t summoned the guards after her.

The last time she left the estate on her own, Davis had asked the guards to resign if they didn’t locate her.

As though Lady Luck was on their side, fortune had smiled on them that day and they had found her in an hour’s time.

Now, merging into the busy traffic, her thoughts took a mischievous turn. Her lips curved into a grin as a reckless idea sparked.

With a quick flick of the wheel, she swerved into another lane, redirecting her course toward the Allen Group.

Since her recovery, this happened to be the first time she was going to the Allen Group.

The large gate of the group rolled open as Jessica honked, carefully she pulled up at the presidential parking lot.

The security officer approached, hoping to advise her to clear from the presidential parking lot, but his steps faltered at her sight.

"Good...day Ma’am," he stuttered.

"Good day, Mr. Jones," she answered, stepping down from the car with the thermos in hand. Her sling bag crossed over her chest, and the car door shut with a thud.

Seeing her hand filled, the security man hurriedly followed her. "Don’t worry, you go back, I can handle it," she muttered. The man nodded and walked back to his duty post.

A strong sense of déjà vu washed over her, her head throbbed lightly, but she shook her head lightly.

She didn’t need to think to know it was a fragment, and now she had a task at hand and wasn’t ready to dwell on it.

Pressing the elevator for the last floor, since she didn’t want to intermittently stop, and the elevator began its ascent.

Staring at her reflection in the glass, several fragments of her ride in this particular elevator flashed through her eyes, each scurrying for dominance over another.

Jessica closed her eyes briefly to calm her fraying nerves. With a dinge, she stepped out of the elevator, relief coursing through her head as she headed straight for the president’s office.

Stopping at the large door, she tapped lightly and waited.

"Come in," a cold, sonorous voice chimed, and she pushed the door in just as Davis lifted his gaze, his brow raised in surprise.

Hurriedly, he left his seat, closing the distance between them in a few strides and took the thermos from her. "You didn’t tell me...you were coming?" Davis stuttered as he led her to the couch.

While Davis was placing the thermos on the centre table before the couch, Jessica stood rooted to the spot, her brow furrowed as she stared at the couch.

Davis noticed her abnormality and stood up straight to meet her gaze. "Recall?" he asked tentatively.

Jessica pressed her temple. "Sort of, it’s becoming constant. Seems like everything around is a trigger."

Davis pulled her into his embrace. "Don’t think much about it," he said, patting her back gently.

But even as he comforted her, the tension brewed between them, charged and radiating with every touch.

Moments stretched, one touch melting into another until kisses blurred with whispers, hands finding their way into clothes, tie loosened, suit buttons undone, soft moans and groans...then the door of the lounge clicked shut.

A few moments later, they both reappeared, freshened up and in a change of clothes. Davis set out the dishes in the thermos. "So, you said you were going to the mall, are you done?"

A car had crumpled against a lamp post, its hood mangled and steam hissing out like an enraged beast.

Smoke curled upward, acrid and choking, laced with the heavy stench of spilled diesel.

Jessica’s throat tightened as the fumes clawed into her lungs, each breath a battle. Through the shattered windshield, she saw a woman heavily pregnant.

Her belly stretched so large it pressed against the seatbelt, trembling as she struggled weakly against it.

"No... oh no...no," Jessica whispered, her hands trembling. Her heart raced with a strange panic she couldn’t name, as if her body recognized this horror before her mind did.

Men rushed forward, prying the twisted door with grunts and desperate shouts. The metallic groan of tearing steel cut through the chaos. Then, at last, strong arms reached inside and dragged the woman free.

Jessica staggered backward at the sight. The pregnant woman dangled limply between rescuers, her face pale, her body slack, her enormous belly rising and falling shallowly.

The sight was like a tornado swirling in her head, the memory hitting her like a sledgehammer. Rather than having the feeling of a witness, she felt as though she was the victim.

The smoke thickened, black and oily. The stench of diesel overwhelmed her senses, burning her nose and throat.

She coughed hard, her eyes watering, and a strange sensation swept over her as the sound of a car falling down a cliff, cutting through the trees, echoed in her ears, a loud scream of her name from a distance, heavy breathing and soft whispers of a weak voice tugged her heartstrings.

Her head throbbed, her vision swam, and like a piece of puzzle, each fitting into its place, her knees buckled.

Thankfully, Davis was holding her close in his embrace. Carefully, he carried her back to the car, carefully he set her down in the backseat.

His brow furrowed with worry while he accompanied her silently, helping her press her throbbing head.

An hour later, Jessica’s body slowly relaxed, she felt exhausted as though she had been pressed by a boulder.

"Babe, how are you feeling now?" Davis asked, worry etched in every syllable.

Jessica slowly sat up, her hand circling his waist, her face pressed firmly against his chest.

"I remembered," she said, her voice muffled.