Chapter 95: Arrival
Though it was faint, he noted her murmur to his request yet it didn’t pacify his anxiousness.
Davis’ grip on the armrest tightened until his knuckles turned white. His breathing turned shallow as Jessica’s words echoed in his mind.
"I’m so tired... I need my beauty sleep."
Her voice had been playful, almost teasing, but Davis wasn’t fooled.
He could hear it the tremor in her voice. "She wants to sleep, she is tired" he kept on murmuring to himself as if analyzing the meaning of the statements.
There is a tinge of exhaustion laced beneath her words, the way her breath came too fast, and uneven could only mean—She’s hurt.
And the confirmation came when the male voice cut in.
"We are taking her to the base. The shadow guards with you will escort you safely to the base, so don’t panic. She’s just tired."
Just tired? Davis clenched his teeth. That was a lie. They wouldn’t have cut the call so quickly if she was only tired. They didn’t want him to worry, but have only succeeded in making his anxiety worse.
Ethan stole a glance at him and felt an unfamiliar wave of fear. He had seen Davis angry before—cold, calculating, and ruthless. But this... this time is more scarier.
Davis’ expression was eerily calm, but his eyes burned with a dangerous light, dark and unreadable. His fingers, which had been gripping his thighs, suddenly released, and he exhaled a long, shaky breath.