Davis finished packing every single item Jessica had in the hospital ward without her lifting a finger.
Her gaze, however, had been trained on him the whole time, sharp and deliberate, as though the slightest distraction might result in a fatal accident.
Once he was done, he turned around to face her, his eyes softening in a way few ever saw.
Jessica felt unsettled with the warmth and softness of his gaze. Carefully she averted hers but she felt the heat creeping up her cheek.
Davis sighed quietly. "Babe, are you set?"
Jessica gave a small nod. Davis stretched out his hand toward her. "Let’s go," he said gently.
She stared at the hand, her heart skipping a beat. After a deep exhale, she slowly placed her own hand in his.
With a firm, steady grip, Davis helped her rise to her feet. "Let’s go," he murmured, casting her a meaningful glance. She nodded again.
Together, they left the ward, her hand secured in his while he carried her bag in the other.
As they walked through the hallway, Jessica couldn’t help stealing glances at Davis with her thoughts racing...
At times she wondered how the cold, untouchable CEO of the Allen Group had ended up as her husband.
At other times she doubted it altogether. With no business ties, no connection between them, how could their paths have crossed, let alone led to marriage?
But most troubling of all was the effect his presence had on her. Everything about him stirred her heart, making her feel unsettled and sometimes overwhelming, a nature she had first noticed during his quiet companionship in the hospital.
Though, he might not utter any word but she could tell every one of his emotions right from where she is.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the storm of doubts aside.
For now, I’ll just go with the flow, she decided.
Outside the hospital lobby, the cool air grazed her skin and she shivered lightly...an action that didn’t escape Davis’ eyes.
"Are you feeling cold?" he asked anxiously.
Jessica shook her head quickly. Davis said nothing more.
Instead, he placed her bag in the backseat and courteously opened the passenger door for her.
She gave a small nod of appreciation before slipping inside.
Jessica shook her head. Davis dropped her bag at the backseat and opened the front seat for her. She gave a curt nod in appreciation as she boarded.
Leaning in, Davis bent over to fasten her seatbelt. His cologne, clean and masculine, assaulted her senses, making her breath hitch.
It was oddly familiar. She swallowed hard. I guess I need to keep some distance from him until I understand myself better, she mused silently.
Once Davis settled into the driver’s seat, the car pulled away from the hospital. Jessica had her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.
Yet, something gnawed at her; the streets, the buildings, even the skyline felt different, as though the city had shifted while she was asleep.
What exactly happened? Her thoughts swirled, searching for answers though it seemed elusive.
As far as she knew, it wasn’t rebirth, neither did she transmigrate. What sort of accident was she in?
Why had so many things changed before she woke up?
God, what sort of memory was she forgetting?
The more she thought about it, the more she couldn’t recollect. It was as though such a memory never existed.
Would she be able to find any clues from her house? But she doubted he might have known the place...
She had always kept that base hidden, and she was sure it had remained that way.
Maybe one of these days, she would call Richard over and they would both visit there.
Seeing her lost in thought, Davis sighed. Without offering any comment, he diverted to another lane and headed towards her house.
Noting the scenery getting familiar, her head snapped to her side. "Where are we going?"
Davis shrugged. "I guess you might want to visit your house to find answers, so I will accompany you."
Jessica’s gaze narrowed. "Why do you think so?"
"My wife might have lost her memory, but her habit never changed." He smirked.


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