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.
She nodded lightly as the reality dawned on her, she remembered his gloomy face twitching with fury when she woke up in the car and Ethan was no where to be seen until Desmond left.
"You knew he was here when we drove in, right?" She asked, her gaze fixed on him while waiting for an answer.
"Yes, and anyone with a clear eyesight will notice the presence of another car in the compound. He chimed.
"Davis Allen, do you by any means just called me a blind lady? She fumed but Davis eyes gleamed with mischief, She wished to go to bed but Davis seem to make it a difficult task. Looking at his relaxed contenance, she need not be told that more questions are coming— in all honesty, she felt her headache.
Davis leaned back on his wheelchair tapping his fingers lightly on his lap as though he was lost in thought as he observed her changing expression "Why give him my wine to waste?" he asked.
From the time Jessica selected that drink, he knew it was a game of death but he never expected that she could pull off that stunt without Desmond noticing her plot but it seems Desmond had never considered her an opponent or — he has another agenda. He couldn’t help but wonder what he is planning?
"Wine? I only made use of the available resources or are you so stingy that you cannot entertain your uncle-- your own uncle remember?" She smirked.
Jessica couldn’t help but wonder how he was serious asking her about the wine when she is only helping him vent his pent up anger.
"Are you saying I should be impressed and appreciative of you or do I get more concerned?" His voice calm and collected.
Jessica smiled lightly "Isn’t it wise and virtuous to be filial and polite to your elders?"
Davis shook his head "You are indeed filial and polite." He stated with a knowing look on his face. He has always thought that she will be meek and obedient but within this few days, he had one conclusion about her "Don’t underestimate her."
"It is good you acknowledged that." Jessica chimed lightly twirling a strand of her hair.
Davis smiled lightly, it is clear as the day he can never win against her in verbal confrontation. She seems to have a sweet answer to every question asked and a better solution to every problem mentioned.
Davis in all his lifetime has not met anyone who is as thick skinned as her towards self appreciation. "I have to acknowledge that especially after making sure he drinks a bottle of Morus LXIV, — a gin with a high level of alcoholic content and needs to be cut with water for the flavours to burst not even talking about its monetary value", he chimed with all seriousness he could muster.
"Why do I feel you are gloating over his misfortune?" Jessica asked as she deliberately approached him; their gazes locked.
"Am not gloating, am just worried you might find yourself in the police custody should anything go wrong?" he answered.
"You don’t have to worry, he drank voluntarily besides I didn’t force the cup on his lips nor the wine down his throat— am a good girl", she said lightly with a sigh of relief escaping her lips.
"What was that about going to work in the Allen group? Do you think you can do it?" He queried in a serious tone that tells one he is no longer joking.
"I need to enter the Allen group and only Desmond and the work are the eligible reason."
The marriage with Davis might have been forced but then she has a score to settle with George Brown concerning her mother’s death and till then the umbrella of the Allen family should serve as her shield. On that, she had decided not to enter into any sort of misunderstanding with Davis.
She don’t want to expose her various identities at the moment because it’s her last trump card.
"Why?" He asked with a sharp icy gaze, a stark contrast to the man who had just teased her about the wine.
The shift in his contenance was as fast as one flipping a book. Jessica felt it ridiculous seeing him getting angry over her going to work in the Allen group when he was the boss sometime ago.
"Do you think I can’t do it?" She asked him. She had always heard people say the Allen group are one powerful company but that was some months ago when Davis was at the helm of the affairs.
With the current reports and her people stationed in the crucial positions of the group, she had come to understand that there is no future with Desmond and his son Aaron. Which is the more reason why she need to step into the company in a legitimate way.
But, she didn’t know how she can explain these findings to Davis at the moment. She had to wait for the appropriate time to explain things to him.
"I know you can do it because you can learn but Desmond isn’t as simple as you think", he explained.