Forced Marriage: My Wife, My Redemption by Lilyheart

Chapter 371: Are you threatened? With Jessica and Davis' arrival in the living room, the stylist and her assistant immediately stood, greeting them warmly, ready to spring into action at the slightest command.

Their gazes locked on Jessica's face, studying her intently as though trying to decipher her personality. Quiet admiration flickered in their eyes.

Several thoughts raced through their minds: what sort of woman must she be to receive such care from Davis? The awe was evident. Even more surprising to them was the fact that, standing together, there was barely any height difference between the couple.

Jessica cast them a light glance. She hadn't expected Davis to go so far as to hire a stylist.

Since entering her second trimester, she had found it increasingly difficult to apply certain products to her skin, they irritated her easily, and she often avoided them altogether.

She turned her gaze upward to Davis. "Do you think I'll even be able to have these makeups applied on me?" Davis nodded. "You have to be at your best," he replied with a faint smirk. "So you'll have to endure. Or... do you wantto be scolded by Grandmother? Wouldn't she think I've been treating you badly all this time?" Jessica sighed. "Troublesome," she muttered under her breath.

There is no doubt that Lady Matilda might be asking for Davis' head if she arrived at the banquet looking less than perfect.

A few days ago, they had sent down her customized gown; at that tJessica had made a move to reject it but Davis had countered the idea.

According to him, "It proves their sincerity and goodwill." "Please, ma'am," the stylist said now, gesturing politely toward the seat they had prepared for her.

"You'll wait a bit," Davis interrupted, his tone firm but calm. "She has to eat before you start." The stylist and assistant exchanged quick glances before stepping back in silent compliance.

Jessica sat at the dining table as Deborah brought over a simple tray of dishes. She ate with quiet gusto, while Davis remained beside her, phone in hand, tapping away as he handled work matters.

Talking to Davis had helped in elevating her mood; she had felt most of the burden lifted off her shoulders. Once she'd finished and Deborah had taken the tray away, Jessica returned for the stylist to begin her work.

She settled into the cushioned chair, folding her hands protectively over her baby bump as if shielding it from the chaos of the world, while the stylist moved with practiced precision.

"Let's start with your hair," the woman murmured, her fingers combing through Jessica's soft waves, admiring the natural lustre. "You'll want it swept back to show off your neckline." Jessica gave a small nod, watching in the mirror as loose strands fell across her shoulders.

The stylist pinned and brushed, humming under her breath. A delicate scent of hairspray filled the air.

Davis, now seated nearby with his phone on the side table, occasionally glanced over, offering suggestions with a measured tone.

Next cthe makeup; gentle strokes of a brush across her cheeks, a soft natural shade on her lips, and her brow trimmed and carefully lined left the stylist humming in satisfaction.

Her skin had always been easy and soft to work on, giving her face the angelic touch. "Perfect," the stylist murmured, tilting Jessica's chin to check the light.

When the gown was brought in, the stylist made a makeshift dressing room for Jessica to put on her dress. Jessica stood up as the stylist helped her into the dress. The soft fabric slid over her skin, cool and smooth, settling neatly around her frame.

The soft, flowy pleated flare draped over her belly, subtly concealing the true size of her baby bump. The stylist stepped back, smiling with satisfaction.

Slowly, she removed the makeshift, revealing an elegant yet feminine lady.

Davis eyes shone with light. There is no doubt he was happy. "Beautiful," he muttered.

The stylist carefully fastened a pair of sparkling earrings to Jessica's ears. "You are all set for the banquet." Jessica studied the intricate weaving and designing, a soft smile curling her lips as she glanced at the man seated not far away.

Noticing her gaze on him, Davis slowly stood up and walked over to her, pulling her into an embrace. "Thank you so much," she said, her voice laced with a slight tremor.

Though the Santiago family had sent over a gown, he had also gone out of his way to customize one for her and not just from anyone but from her favourite designer - Eve.

"You look beautiful, that's worth it." Jessica chuckled. "Aren't you afraid you might lose your wife tonight?" "Is she that easy to buy over?" He smirked with a raised brow.

"Too confident?" Jessica teased with raised brow.

Davis shrugged his shoulders lightly "Well, she can't find another handsman like me." Jessica shook her head helplessly. "Arrogant." "Your stylist will still be going with you," he said.

The assistant brought over her shoes. Davis had carefully chosen the shoes, considering several factors: the softness, height, and comfort.

Jessica glanced at herself one last time. The woman in the mirror looked calm and flawless but deep inside, her heart was already raced for the night ahead, it's a decision of nor correction.

With Jessica's preparation done, Davis returned to their bedroom for a quick bath before changing into his suit, which was a matching wear with Jessica's gown.

Stepping down the staircase, Jessica couldn't peel her eyes away from him. Dashing and confident, she was happy she had agreed to George's plot.

Her eyes glistened when she noticed the clutch in his hand. "Meticulous," she murmured to herself.

It's baffling that she had never taken any interest or step towards preparing som for this banquet, she was too lazy to care, yet he had taken note of everything to the letter. He stopped before her to hand over the clutch. "Maybe you should have toned it down?" she murmured while she accepted it with a slight curve of her lips.

"Are you threatened?" Davis smirked, an amusing glint flickering in his eyes She nodded seriously. "I am very much threatened," she admitted. With his looks, wouldn't he attract the girls at the scene without lifting a hand? "You don't have to be. Haven't I signed the certificate with you or do you go for another?" He smirked.

Jessica shrugged lightly in resignation.

With a click, she opened the clutch and her necessities were carefully arranged.

She pulled his tie, drawing him closer, and planted a light feather kiss on his cheek "thanks for the hard work, her thanks for breath fanning his neck before she stepped back and carefully adjusted his tie. Davis's eyes glistened with amusement.

With every preparation set, he issued a few instructions to Deborah about the Old man Allen.

Stretching his hand out to Jessica, he led her out of the living room, the stylist and assistant following. Together, they left the house but not without Deborah packing up a few light snacks for Jessica.

Outside, the sky was already painted om in a golden hue by the setting sun Two cars parked side by side, with Davis's sleek black prominent and domineering as it drew attention to itself. Ethan stood beside the car respectfully. Seeing them coming out, he stepped forward and opened the car door.

Before long, the car pulled away from the estate.