Jessica sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet parking lot. She hadn’t expected to leave home without tears, yet end up, drowned in it. — reality had pressed in on her from every side, the weight of everything she had been holding in finally crashing down her.
The strong front she had worn like armor crumbled, and the tears she had suppressed for so long broke free, streaming silently down her cheeks.
She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t planned for her emotions to betray her—not here, not now.
And to make matters worse, Davis had left the only place she was certain could protect him, just because he sensed she wasn’t alright.
That realization pricked her chest deeply. He had stepped into the open, into potential danger, just because her emotions weren’t steady. She couldn’t shake the guilt. What if something had gone wrong? What if—
She glanced around quickly, trying to calm her thoughts. Though the surrounding luxury cars had been parked to shield them from curious onlookers, she knew eyes were still nearby—watching, waiting. His bodyguards were surely close, invisible but vigilant, always ready. But that alone did not ease her tension.
"I think you should go back now... while I head inside," she murmured, her voice low and hesitant as she made to rise from Davis’s lap.
Before she could move, his arm tightened around her waist, firm and unyielding. She stilled. His hand, warm and strong, anchored her in place. His eyes scanned her face for a moment—taking in the flush in her cheeks, the faint sheen of tears still clinging to her lashes.
"You must tell me why you’re crying when you return," he said, his tone quiet but resolute.
Jessica nodded slowly, heart fluttering at his words. He wasn’t going to let it go—not out of suspicion, but because he cared. And that alone made her emotions threaten to spill again "How can one person be this good?" She mused.
"Don’t think you can lie your way out of this," Davis added, his lips curling into a small smirk, though his eyes still held a flicker of concern. His words successfully diverting her thoughts.
Jessica tried to stand again, this time with more intention. "Can I leave now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. But his hand didn’t budge.
Her heart pounded harder against her ribs as she continuously felt the hardness of his member on her butt and his hand which held her so confidently and gently made the heat bloomed in her cheeks. With its electricfying impact sending a shiver through her.
Since his treatment, she had noticed his growing sensitivity in that area. With his habit of pulling her onto his thigh she had always felt the movement of his member as though seeking and craving for closeness. And now, seated there again, she couldn’t ignore the tension building between them.
His gaze locked onto hers, sharp and intense, almost as if he were undressing her with just his eyes. She wanted to blame her racing pulse and her body which was betraying her. Under his eyes, under his seductive touch, she felt exposed.
"Mrs. Allen, aren’t you being ungrateful?" he teased suddenly, breaking the tension with a raised brow and a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Jessica blinked in confusion. "How am I ungrateful?" she asked, frowning slightly, not quite understanding.
His lips brushing the side of her neck as he leaned in intentionally nibbling on her, his breath warm and tickling her skin. "Think about it," he murmured, his voice low, husky and seductive. Her breath hitched, her skin prickling as his hand roamed her body.
A soft laugh escaped her lips, half-nervous, half-playful. "Mr. Allen, the last time I checked, I wasn’t indebted to you. Besides..." Her voice trailed off as heat rushed to her cheeks. She wasn’t sure how to finish that sentence without admitting too much.
"You better complete that sentence," Davis warned with a teasing grin, his hand becoming more restless against her back while the other glazed through her thighs and his fingers sending an involuntary twitch through her body. She didn’t want to imagine what he was capable of doing if she stayed any longer.
Jessica leaned in closer, her lips brushing the edge of his ear as she whispered, "I’m still your wife, remember? And husband and wife... well, they don’t exactly calculate things clearly."
Davis chuckled, a low, satisfied sound that rumbled in his chest. Her words pleased him more than he cared to admit. At least she remembered she is his wife. And more importantly—she hadn’t forgotten the bond they shared.
"How can we not calculate clearly," he murmured in return, brushing his lips close to her cheek, "when a surgeon is planning on committing murder by setting her emotions ablaze?"
Jessica flushed at the comment, her embarrassment sharp. "Do you know I’m late?" she asked, trying to shift the conversation away from the electric tension between them.
"Of course you’re late," Davis replied calmly, completely unfazed. "But you still have thirty minutes before the surgery begins."
His tone was so nonchalant, as if he were merely talking about the weather.
Jessica blinked, confused. "What do you mean?" she asked slowly, suspicion blooming in her chest. She stared at him, searching his face for clues. He met her gaze with a raised brow, lips still curved in amusement.
"What did you do?" she asked again, this time her voice firmer, eyes narrowing slightly.
"I delayed the surgery for two hours," he admitted, casually—as though it was no big deal.
Her eyes widened in surprise. So that’s why no one had called. That’s why no one had come looking for her. She had been sitting here wrapped in an unexpected moment of romance while time stood still for the rest of the world.
Emotion surged in her chest again, but this time it was warmth and appreciation. He had really considered so much for her. Without her asking without any expectations, he has accompanied her in silence allowing her a moment of silence.
She stared at him, overwhelmed. Then, without another word, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.
It wasn’t a hurried kiss, or a flustered one. It was full, lingering, and filled with all the unspoken gratitude in her heart. She poured every of her emotion into it—her thanks, her affection, her relief.
Davis responded gently, his arms wrapping around her once again, holding her close as though he didn’t want to let go.
When they finally parted, their foreheads rested against each other, breath mingling in the small space between them.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"You didn’t have to say it, husband and wife doesn’t calculate so clearly. You just said it" he replied, brushing her cheek softly.
Jessica pulled back, finally rising to her feet. Her heart still beat wildly in her chest, but now it was steady, focused and determined.
"I have to go now," she said, her voice stronger.
He nodded, his eyes following her every movement. "Go save someone," he murmured, pride brimming in his voice.