Chapter 98: My mother is a Ravensdale
Richard pulled a chair and sat down, his expression calm, collected and indifferent. His gaze flickering as he watched Davis and Jessica with amusement in his eyes.
Davis’s hand instinctively tightened around Jessica’s, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the discovery hitting him hard—she had saved him again.
Fifteen years ago, she had been his unexpected savior, and now, once again, fate had intertwined their paths.
It all made sense now —The familiarity, the unexplainable closeness he had felt towards her since their marriage must have streamed from his subconscious.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that life would give him such an opportunity, a second chance to reunite with the one person who had once been his light in the darkness.
"Have you both been well?" he asked glancing at their faces, his voice thick with several emotions swirling in his eyes—pain, shame, gratitude, and unbelievably ridiculous.
The question sounded foolish even to his own ears. The proof of their survival was right in front of him. They had made it—just as they had all those years ago when they had nothing but each other. And just like before, they had been his anchor and deliverance.
Jessica, however, was not so sentimental. Her gaze snapped to Richard, her eyes dark with accusation. Richard chuckled at her glare.
Jessica didn’t need to say it aloud—her glare said everything. He had failed to come up with the accurate results of his investigation about Davis because he has been the one investigating Davis’s whereabouts all along.
But then, none of them had complete information about each other back then.
Davis had never told them his real surname. He had taken on his mother’s maiden name, introducing himself as Dave Ravensdale.