After Desmond left with his chauffeur, the living room fell eerily silent. Davis stared at Jessica with a sharp probing gaze as though he wants to see through her soul while a glint of amusement swirled in his deep eyes —his expression was impassive.
Jessica shifted uncomfortably averting his probing gaze that is demanding a confession from her. "Why are you looking at me like that?" She finally asked folding her arms across her chest defensively.
She stood up and made for hallway, Davis question made her halt in her tracks "Don’t you have anything to tell me?," he queried.
She knew he had seen through her actions with Desmond since he was there from the beginning to the end and this made her a bit nervous. She didn’t want to start giving reasons for her actions but come to think of it, Davis must have been aware of Desmond’s presence when they drove in.
She nodded lightly as the reality dawned on her, she remembered his gloomy face twitching with fury when she woke up in the car and Ethan was no where to be seen until Desmond left.
"You knew he was here when we drove in, right?" She asked, her gaze fixed on him while waiting for an answer.
"Yes, and anyone with a clear eyesight will notice the presence of another car in the compound. He chimed.
"Davis Allen, do you by any means just called me a blind lady? She fumed but Davis eyes gleamed with mischief, She wished to go to bed but Davis seem to make it a difficult task. Looking at his relaxed contenance, she need not be told that more questions are coming— in all honesty, she felt her headache.
Davis leaned back on his wheelchair tapping his fingers lightly on his lap as though he was lost in thought as he observed her changing expression "Why give him my wine to waste?" he asked.
From the time Jessica selected that drink, he knew it was a game of death but he never expected that she could pull off that stunt without Desmond noticing her plot but it seems Desmond had never considered her an opponent or — he has another agenda. He couldn’t help but wonder what he is planning?
"Wine? I only made use of the available resources or are you so stingy that you cannot entertain your uncle-- your own uncle remember?" She smirked.
Jessica couldn’t help but wonder how he was serious asking her about the wine when she is only helping him vent his pent up anger.
"Are you saying I should be impressed and appreciative of you or do I get more concerned?" His voice calm and collected.
Jessica smiled lightly "Isn’t it wise and virtuous to be filial and polite to your elders?"
Davis shook his head "You are indeed filial and polite." He stated with a knowing look on his face. He has always thought that she will be meek and obedient but within this few days, he had one conclusion about her "Don’t underestimate her."


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