"What do you mean?"Jessica asked with a frown as she stared at him in confusion.
Davis tilted his head slightly. "Your clothes are already here."
Jessica's brows furrowed. "What?" She drawled.
He nodded toward the wardrobe. "I had your things moved last night. If we're going to share a room, it only makes sense for you to keep your belongings here and save us from trouble."
Jessica's mouth opened slightly to chose him, but no words came out. She wasn't sure how to feel about this arrangement.
A part of her felt the need to protest and to insist on having her own room, but another part of her believes Davis had a point.
She sighed, rubbing her temple in frustration. "You could have at least told me before making such a decision for me"
Davis shrugged. "You have gone to bed. And I thought it won't be advisable to trouble you over such a trivial matter."
Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. "How considerate of you." She mocked with anger written clearly on her face which Davis claimed oblivious to as a smirk tugged at his lips. "You're welcome."
Jessica exhaled sharply before turning toward the wardrobe. "Make sure to inform me next time or else it won't end well for us both." She stated.
She isn't that unreasonable and will always prefer he discusses things with her rather than make a decision on behalf of her.
Davis chuckled lightly as he watched her walk away. "Duly noted."
Jessica arrived at what is supposed to be the wardrobe, and the door opened on it's own accord. Jessica eyes widened, her mouth agape as she stared at the scene before her, she blinked her eyes repeatedly to confirm she wasn't dreaming —a walk in closet with latest and limited edition of wears and footwears.
She turned around to meet Davis gaze. "Is this a surprise prepared?" She chimed her voice tinged with amusement.
Davis looked at her well composed even with the surprise and couldn't help but wonder if anything will ever surprise her. Looking at bright eyes boring into his with expectancy, he felt relieved the gesture was not loss. "You can take it that way", he muttered.
Jessica's lips curled into a small smile as she stepped further into the walk-in closet, running her fingers over the neatly arranged outfits.
Jessica's fingers lingered on the fabric, her lips curling up unconsciously. "The financial report for this quarter will definitely increase by more than twenty percent," she mused.
Davis, who had been observing her, narrowed his eyes slightly. "What is it? You don't like it?"
Jessica let out a light chuckle, shaking her head. "I like it very much but am thinking… How did you get them?"
Davis's gaze remained fixed on her. "They were specially hand picked."
Jessica turned to look at him, her expression unreadable. "Hand picked? By whom?"
"By me of course" Davis answered nonchalantly, silently observed her and his heart in trepidation of her next reaction.
He had asked Ethan to make arrangements with the best clothing company and to have them send in all their latest designs and when they arrived, he wheeled himself out of the bedroom leaving Jessica to sleep and picked out the best among them.
He might have lost everything but the savings he had and the dividends of his shares can still keep him afloat.
Jessica didn't expect him to go such miles as to get clothes for her but she couldn't let him in on her identity yet. Looking at all the clothes she had carefully crafted been presented to her she felt stumped.
How will she tell him these were her designs four months ago before she joined the Allen family? She had done the designing following Richard's pressure of new season outfit but couldn't be with them when it was finally produced and now it all ended up in her hand. "Quite funny", she thought.
It is usually said do not pinch the smiling face. She wouldn't want him feeling defeated. So she had to acknowledge the gesture and may be later she will think of ways to change it out or better still let it be.
With a sigh, she turned back to Davis, her arms crossed. "You know, this feels more like bribery than a surprise," she teased, raising an eyebrow.
Davis smirked. "If that is the case, has it worked?"
Jessica chuckled softly. "Well, I won't deny that it's tempting." She turned her attention back to the collection of designer pieces, her fingers brushing over the fabrics lightly. "But… why go through all this trouble?"
Davis leaned back slightly in his wheelchair, his expression unreadable. "You're my wife now. You should have everything you need."
Jessica stared at him for a moment, his fine features, chiseled jaw, deep eyes and bushy eyebrows —leaves her breathless.
Jessica let out a small sigh before she nodded lightly with a smile on her lips. "Well, I appreciate it," she admitted.
Davis sighed in relief... All these while he had been tense with so many emotions and thoughts about her next reaction.
The blaring sound of Davis phone tore through the room disrupting the moment. Davis glanced at the phone and his mood soured. Jessica noted the changes "Your people?" She asked lightly.
Davis nodded and was about to hang up when Jessica's hand held his. "Don't, go on and answer. You can't avoid them forever."she said lightly.
She always noticed how he avoids their call and contact but if he must recover his lost ego, he needs to face the reality and not run away from it.
Davis looked at her with so many emotions swirling in his eyes after a while he sighed in surrender and picked up the call.
Elder Allen's relieved voice filtered through the speaker "Davis, how are you doing?" His voice aged, cracked with emotion.
Since Davis discharge from the hospital he had refused seeing his grandfather. Elder Allen had tried everything he could but Davis never gave him a chance. He was both surprised and happy that at long last he had picked up his call.
"What is it?" Davis queried, his tone cold and devoid of any emotion.
"Please Davis, return for a family reunion dinner tomorrow night with your wife. Desmond will be discharged today", he stated meekly hoping he won't turn him down.
As Davis opened his mouth to object, Jessica squeezed his hand lightly and shook her head at him making him stumped.
He swallowed hard "Okay", he managed to say.
Elder Allen felt like it was a dream, he didn't expect him agreeing on the spot. He had prepared so many reasons to give him yet he had agreed at an instant.
As Elder Allen wants to talk further he ended the call coldly. His gaze on Jessica who had walked into the walk in closet to dress up as though she was never there.