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.
