The Allen family was relatively calm and peaceful as the maids go about their daily business. Elder Allen always and early riser had woken and is much more better than last night.
Alfred was happy with the changes, he had followed Jessica’s instruction in the administration of his drugs as well as the massage.
He couldn’t help wonder how one who isn’t a doctor could able to detect problems and prescribe such an effective treatment, he has his doubts but as long as she didn’t hurt the Old man it doesn’t matter to him what her agenda or purpose is in the Allen family.
He would have suspected her connection with Desmond but seeing them at loggerhead and the silent battle between puts his mind at ease. It is more to say Desmond had miscalculated on choosing his pawn.
Desmond had left the mansion earlier to go to the office, he musn’t leave any stone unturned as the thoughts of the Old man is getting increasingly difficult to guess.
The situation in Davis room is quite different from the rest of the house. Davis’s biological clock woke him up in the early hours of the morning, despite the late hour at which they had gone to bed.
The room was still bathed in the soft glow of dawn, the rising sun casting it golden hues over the window with its rays penetrating the curtains which had not been drawn so as not to wake the woman on the bed.
Jessica slept deeply, her breathe even and peaceful while Davis sat on the bed his head on the headboard as he gazed at the woman beside him. For a moment, he simply watched her, observing and taking note of the delicate curve of her face, the soft flutter of her lashes, her rosy cheeks and the way her wavy hair sprawled messily over the pillow.
A faint smile tugged at his lips, his face calm, gentle and relaxed. A rare and genuine expression that he hadn’t worn for a very long time.
She really was a sight to behold when she is peaceful, a stark contrast to the fierce cold woman who had dumped the marriage papers on his laps with a notice that she doesn’t marry in absentia.
He felt the weight of his struggles, the countless betrayals, and the pain of his condition to momentarily fade to the oblivion in the presence of this woman.
He exhaled quietly, he slowly reached out and brushed a stray strand of hair from her face. He picked up the phone on the nightstand beside hers and took a quick snapshot of sleeping face, a soft smile playing on his lips as he imagined her furious face.
The sudden ding of multiple notifications broke the tranquility followed immediately by the buzzing of his phone with Ethan’s name flashing on the screen. His brows furrowed lightly as he thought of reasons why Ethan will be calling him this early yet they were just a few rooms apart in the Allen family mansion. Something must be wrong.
Without much thought, Davis slid his finger across the screen and lifted the phone to his ear. Ethan’s anxious voice came through, laced with urgency.
"The Brown family is in dire straits, they are trending and it is still continued to spread like wild fire.
Davis furrowed his brows as Ethan recounted the ongoing chaos—news outlets exposed Brown Enterprises’ involvement in the producing substandard products, some lives had been affected, some employees also came forward to lay claims of mistreatment, and evidence surfacing of Clara and Risa’s abuse of power"
"And what is the situation now?" Davis asked, his voice calm and collected.
"The situation is out of control as Risa’s agency has severed ties with her, citing the reason of ’questionable character.’ there is leaked pictures of her in compromising positions with multiple men at different times and locations circulating on line." He concluded with a sigh.
He is worried because that is the Madam’s family and such incidents —well
"Did you find out anything about how it started?"
"No, that is the most baffling aspect of it, nothing of its origin was detected but I strongly believe someone is operating behind the scenes", Ethan reported.
Davis remained silent for a while his gaze drifting to the sleeping beauty beside him.
"Are you saying it’s not a coincidence?" Davis asked to confirm his gut feeling.
This isn’t any coincidence, it is timed and planned looking at the series of events" Ethan concluded.
"Alright, keep your hands crossed and continuously observe the movement at the Brown’s family." He instructed with a low tone to avoid waking her up.
Davis hanged up and stared at Jessica’s peaceful face with a complicated gaze— he has a hunch this must be Jessica’s move as he recalled Jessica’s last words to George over the phone—"You made a grave mistake."
A slow smile tugged at his lips. It seems this is in response to George’s cruel words— a crippled disappointment of a husband.
He felt... strange. Not because of the Brown’s family predicament but that for the first time someone fought a silent battle on his behalf and protected him against people who harmed him. And to think of the person who did it—his wife.
But then, another thought crept into his mind, wiping the amusement off his face. "If she is the one that orchestrated the plan against the Brown family, when did she do it and how did she get her hands on the evidence and who was the one that carried out the instructions" he mused quietly.
Davis heart skipped a beat, his gaze on her hardened lightly "Who exactly is she?"
Her identity couldn’t be simple. If she had orchestrated all this without even lifting a finger, then she was far from the meek, disregarded woman everyone thought she was.
But then—he hesitated, remembering last night. She had been so exhausted that she fell asleep in the bathtub. If she was behind this, how could she have been so unaware?
If not her... then who?
A strange feeling settled in Davis’s chest.
His wife was a mystery. And now, he was determined to uncover everything about her.