It was a cloudy day. The sun resisted peeking through the thick gray sky. Jessica remained tightly wrapped in the duvet; not ready to get up at the moment. The stress from the previous day still weighed heavily on her.
Davis watched her sleeping face, his mind filled with a storm of emotions and thoughts swirling continuously. Without thinking, he raised his hand to trace the contours of her face—the soft curves of her lips, the firm, pointed nose that stood out on her delicate features.
His lips curled into a small smile as he recalled her bright smile from the day before, his heart tightened lightly. It strengthened his resolve to work hard and regain his ability to walk again. "I must get back on my feet, I must make her proud..just for her." He mused.
"Babe, wake up," he whispered softly, shaking her lightly.
Jessica stirred but then burrowed herself deeper into the duvet.
Davis chuckled. "You better wake up, or I might have to..." he teased.
"Davis Allen, don’t you dare," she warned, rolling to the side of the bed.
"What do you think I was going to do? Aren’t you the one with naughty thoughts?" he teased again.
Jessica felt her cheeks flush and hid her face deeper into the bed. She couldn’t deny she had already thought about his naughty attitude but been called out is embarrassing.
Davis opened his mouth to tease her further but the soft buzz of the phone on the nightstand interrupted him. He glanced at it—it was Jessica’s phone ringing.
"You have a call," he said, handing the phone to her.
With a groan, Jessica emerged from the duvet and took the phone.
Bella’s cheerful voice came through the speaker. "Sister-in-law, is something happening in the Allen family?"
Jessica was surprised by the question, she switched the phone to speaker mode and glanced at Davis. "Did something happen at home?" she asked.
With everything going on, she hadn’t had the time to check on the Allen family. It was only by chance she had managed to spy on Desmond—nothing more.
Davis shook his head and looked puzzled. "I don’t know anything about that."
Bella sighed in relief. "Phew, I guess you two aren’t involved. But you should really check the tabloids—it’s juicy."
Jessica could hear the teasing tone in her voice. It seemed something had gone wrong. Something was definitely up.
"What really happened? Why not just tell me instead of asking me check the tabloids?" she asked, frowning.
"That wouldn’t be fun, you know. And I’m sure you’re still in bed. Don’t be lazy," Bella teased, ending the call with a beep.
Jessica sighed and rubbed her temple. She had hoped that becoming her sister-in-law would mellow Bella’s tone, but it seemed to have only made her bolder. And now, she was even ending calls on her.
"Your dear sister," she muttered to Davis.
He simply shrugged. "You trained her that way."
Jessica nodded. "You’re right. Still, I think it runs in your blood," she added with a snicker. Otherwise, how could they both be so self-assured?
Without another word, she opened the web and checked the trending news. Her eyes widened as headlines flooded the screen.
"After One Year, Vera Louis Files for Divorce"
"Twelve Months into Marriage, Vera Louis Walks Out"
"Vera Louis Cries Out: Husband’s Infidelity Prompted Divorce"
"Aaron Allen Repeatedly Cheats in Marriage, Vera Files for Divorce"
"The Allen Family: Falling Apart by the Day"
"Struggle for Power: Vera, Aaron, Desmond, or the Missing Davis?"
Jessica shook her head in disbelief. Each headline seemed more alarming than the last. It was clear that a storm was brewing.
She would have contacted Elder Allen, but she didn’t want to put him in danger. Desmond might be manipulative and sly, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dangerous.
Elliot’s words still lingered in her mind—they needed to keep a low profile. Recently, Jessica had begun to suspect that Desmond wasn’t the only one working against them.
Three days ago, she had obtained information about a young man her team had been tracking since the press conference. He had been in contact with Desmond for years, and some of the Allen Group’s funds had mysteriously ended up in his account. Desmond, of course, refused to admit anything.
She hadn’t told Davis about the man yet, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t take necessary precautions.
"What do you think?" she asked as Davis pulled her into his arms to look at the headlines over her shoulder.
Davis frowned. "Didn’t you have some subordinates keeping an eye on the family?"
Jessica nodded. "I do," she said, her face tense with thought. "Why didn’t I get this information sooner?"
A soft knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts. She sighed and started to leave the bed and get the door, but Davis gently pulled her back.
"What’s the problem?" he asked.
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