Chapter 111: Missing 2
~ Jessica’s mansion~
It had been more than 72 hours since they vanished from the scene of the attack, and just as Jessica had predicted, Desmond had declared them missing.
He had done that without even sending out the Allen’s family security service and search team which Davis has always equipped and financed for any eventualities.
Davis sat in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the television screen, which hadn’t stopped speculating about his time in the Allen family, his tragic accident, and now—his mysterious disappearance following another attack. The media was relentless, feeding the public with endless theories and imagination.
Jessica entered the bedroom carrying a tray of freshly cut fruits. Davis immediately beckoned her closer. She walked toward him, and without a word, he took the plate from her hands, setting it on the bedside table before effortlessly pulling her onto his lap.
Jessica raised a questioning brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "What do you think you’re doing?" she asked, a faint smile tugging at her lips.
These past few days had been an eye-opener for her. If there was one thing she had learned, it was that Davis Allen was incredibly clingy.
One second she stepped away, and the next, he was looking for her. It was as though he will prefer to wear her around his neck.
"Davis Allen, if my memory serves me right, you didn’t even want this marriage. So why are you acting so clingy now?" she teased, her tone light yet curious.
Davis chuckled, his grip tightening around her waist which he come to become familiar and attracted to. "That? Oh, it was just a slip of the tongue, you know," he said, flashing a teasing grin before capturing her lips in a slow, consuming kiss.
Jessica’s body stiffened at first, but then she melted into the kiss, responding with the same fervor. His lips moved against hers with a deliberate gentleness, yet there was an unmistakable hunger in the way he held her.