Chapter 27: Meet my Uncle...
The living room was dimly lit, Desmond relaxed on one of the couch with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His phone placed on the side table. He glanced at the duo, he sighed briefly. Davis sat on his wheelchair expressionless, his finger tapping lightly on his lap.
The report he had been receiving isn’t what he is observing. But, it didn’t matter as long as he remained crippled there is no cause for alarm. With a practiced smile playing on his lips he gazed at Davis "Dear nephew, how did you see your new bride? Are you comfortable ...with our ....present? His gaze flicked to Jessica who stood behind Davis her hands on the wheelchair "Though, I can see she has already adjusted into her role perfectly." He sneered.
Jessica glanced at him, it seems he had come for a spot check and it will be embarrassing to let him go empty handed. When elders pays a visit, it is wise for the youngsters to reciprocate with a kind gesture. But —how will I prove him an elder without a proper introduction, she mused.
Slowly, she retracted her hand from the wheelchair and came forward to stand at the side so that she can get a full view of Davis face as well as his. "Davis, who is this uncle?" She asked taking on the countenance of an innocent girl, her smile warm and gentle as though she will never hurt a fly.
Davis smirked internally, he had witnessed this countenance severally and it usually spells trouble. He don’t care what she might be planning to do but whatever it is —he don’t mind playing along.
He believed that Jessica will hate the person that plotted their marriage arrangement just as he did.
Glancing at Desmond briefly whose eyes shone with calculations, he chuckled lightly. He couldn’t wait to watch a good show.
"Meet my uncle, Desmond Allen", he smirked, his eyes cold as he engaged in a battle of wits with Desmond. The tension in the room fell several degrees lower but Jessica claimed oblivious of the tension.
Jessica nodded lightly, tapping her hand on her forehead as though trying to recollect the name from the rumours and with a touch of epiphany, she spurned around "Is he the Mr. Allen who took over everything on the night his nephew had an accident?"She blurted out.
"Ahh!, I am sorry", She shouted as her hand flew to her mouth as one who had just said what need not be said. Her gaze at Desmond flustered and Desmond face twisted in anger.
He glanced at Davis, his voice stormy "Is that what you told your wife about me?" He drawled. He didn’t miss the cold smile that played on Davis lips at Jessica’s comment. He didn’t want to believe she had said it unintentionally.