After her business discussion with Daniel Watts, a mediator sent by the Watts families. Jessica rose gracefully and exited the sitting room leaving the space for them to chat.
Back in her bedroom, Jessica reclined on the edge of the bed, her fingers dialing Richard’s number from her phone’s speed dial.
As the call connected, she didn’t waste time to issue a set of instructions.
"Draft a partnership agreement with the Watts Group in our terms of operations," she instructed.
"We’ll remain the majority shareholders. But from their end, Daniel Watts is the only person authorized to represent them."
Though, such arrangement would have elicited the Watts family’s objection but with their hope and expectations clinging to the duo they are partially tongue tied.
Richard was stunned and frozen into silence. Just two days ago, he had been called by Jessica to gear up for an aggressive acquisition as such as he had expected it to take place the next week.
Now it seemed the deal had not only gone through, but Jessica had decided to keep a face of the Watts family intact.
"How did you pull this off?" he asked, incredulous.
He almost pitied the Watts family. Jessica never made a move unless she planned to bankrupt, dismantle, or completely erase her target. But her next words left him stunned.
Jessica smiled faintly, her voice calm but amused. "I didn’t," she said. "Davis did."
There was a brief silence from Richard’s end. He blinked on the other side as he shook his head in disbelief..
Jessica leaned back against the headboard, the weight of the past few days pressing gently against her shoulders. "I’ve been a bit under the weather to even notice what had been going on but then Davis stepped in."
Two days ago, after watching her drift in and out of consciousness from sheer exhaustion, Davis had quietly approached Ethan for information.
Fueled by a mix of rage and resolve, he took action.
He contacted a major media conglomerate, paid handsomely, and ensured the Watts family trended for all the wrong reasons.
Simultaneously, he supplied damning intel to regulators and authorities, locking the family in a web of legal and reputational chaos.
To Ethan, he gave only one order: "Keep the pressure. Don’t let them recover."
Jessica had watched from the sidelines, surprised at first—but ultimately impressed. The clear and practical precision of Davis’s moves mirrored her own cold, calculated style.
And for once, she allowed herself to sit back, let him clean up the mess while she applauded from the shadows.
"He’s... good," Richard muttered, half-shocked, half-resigned.
Jessica chuckled. "More than good. He avenged me."
After ending the call, she dropped the phone on the side table and let her eyes flutter shut. She needed rest. She hoped she had just enough to recover before Davis returned from the office.
But moments later, the door creaked open.
She opened her eyes to see Davis rolling into the room, his wheelchair moving with practiced ease. He looked tired, but focused.
"You’re back," she said, shifting on the bed.
"Yeah," he replied, moving beside her and drawing her into his arms without hesitation.
"I missed you," he murmured into her hair, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.
"Same here," she replied, melting into his embrace.
"Any better with the symptoms?" he asked quietly, his voice tender as he brushed a thumb over her cheek.
Jessica’s lips tugged downward into a pout. "No changes. Still nauseous. Still tired."
He exhaled heavily. In recent weeks, he’d read everything he could on pregnancy—symptoms, risks, emotional swings. Yet, he still felt unprepared. Her experience wasn’t quite what the books described.
"You’ll get through this," he said quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "A few more months."
To give her some comfort during this time, Davis already made arrangements and decisions to let her stay at her estate throughout the pregnancy, away from any form of pressures and family chaos.
"I’ll get changed. Let’s take a short walk. You need the sunlight," he offered, starting to stand up l toward the wardrobe.
But her arms tightened around him.
"Clingy today?" he teased gently.
"Be careful or I might—" he began.
Jessica suddenly released him and dove under the duvet with a muffled groan. Davis laughed softly as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Then his phone buzzed in his pocket.
He paused briefly, pulling the phone out of his pocket and his movement paused lightly.
Jessica peeked out from the covers, instantly alert at the change in his expression. Something was wrong.
"Country Y?" she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Davis accepted the call nodding lightly to her question before switching it to the speaker.
"What happened?" he asked, his voice calm but cold.
A respectful voice from the other end poured in—urgent, clipped, and filled with alarming details.
As the reports unfolded, Davis pressed his fingers to his temple, the headache building. Jessica shook her head slowly, anxiety settling into her bones.
After several minutes of updates, Davis exhaled deeply.
"Understood. Keep me informed on any further developments. For the old man—tighten his security. I’ll send new personnel to oversee the estate and house affairs."
He ended the call after another round of swift instructions.
The room fell silent.
"What now?" Jessica asked quietly.
"Returning to Country Y," Davis said without hesitation.
Jessica nodded in understanding. Whatever storm had erupted over there, it was one they needed to face together.
"Don’t you think this feels... off?" she murmured.
Jessica’s eyes narrowed slightly. "I think someone’s been on our trail. Either they’ve discovered something... or Desmond is finally acting out to draw you back."
Davis nodded, thoughtful. "Could be. But if the message was sent now, it means the timing was right. If he wants me back that badly, then this is the best time to return. Besides," he added, his tone sharpening, "there are still scores to settle."
Jessica drew in a slow breath. Yes, returning gave them a vantage point—access to clearer information, unfiltered reports, and the seat of power.
"Leaving tomorrow?" Davis asked, watching her closely. "Will you be okay?"
Jessica arched a brow and smirked. "I’ve already wrapped up my affairs here."
She took a moment to narrate the incident with Daniel and her decision to accept his proposal. Davis listened silently, then nodded, his eyes warm.
"Another battle won," he said with quiet pride.
But his expression shifted, guilt settling on his features as he watched her.
"I’m sorry you couldn’t enjoy your vacation."
Jessica smiled softly, her hand reaching for his. "I think I did—just in an unexpected way."