Chapter 135: Husband and wife don’t calculate clearly...
Jessica sighed softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet parking lot. She hadn’t expected to leave home without tears, yet end up, drowned in it. — reality had pressed in on her from every side, the weight of everything she had been holding in finally crashing down her.
The strong front she had worn like armor crumbled, and the tears she had suppressed for so long broke free, streaming silently down her cheeks.
She hadn’t planned for this. She hadn’t planned for her emotions to betray her—not here, not now.
And to make matters worse, Davis had left the only place she was certain could protect him, just because he sensed she wasn’t alright.
That realization pricked her chest deeply. He had stepped into the open, into potential danger, just because her emotions weren’t steady. She couldn’t shake the guilt. What if something had gone wrong? What if—
She glanced around quickly, trying to calm her thoughts. Though the surrounding luxury cars had been parked to shield them from curious onlookers, she knew eyes were still nearby—watching, waiting. His bodyguards were surely close, invisible but vigilant, always ready. But that alone did not ease her tension.
"I think you should go back now... while I head inside," she murmured, her voice low and hesitant as she made to rise from Davis’s lap.
Before she could move, his arm tightened around her waist, firm and unyielding. She stilled. His hand, warm and strong, anchored her in place. His eyes scanned her face for a moment—taking in the flush in her cheeks, the faint sheen of tears still clinging to her lashes.
"You must tell me why you’re crying when you return," he said, his tone quiet but resolute.