Chapter 213: Owe you a kiss...
Just as Davis had predicted, Jessica stirred awake not long after he had finally drifted into sleep.
The soft glow of morning light filtered through the curtains. Her lashes fluttered as she slowly opened her eyes. Gently detaching herself from the familiar warmth of his embrace, she let out a soft yawn and stretched, flexing her limbs and arms.
"She had been stressed out the night before and still felt a slight throbbing in some areas, yet she was refreshed and content. Taking a deep breath and casting a brief glance at the culprit, she sighed.
His calm, peaceful, almost childlike sleeping face caught her attention. Gently, she propped herself up, resting her cheek against her palm as her gaze settled on his face.
"God can really be partial sometimes," she whispered with a faint smile, eyes tracing his serene features which had long been ingrained in her memory, yet she couldn’t get tired of them. "Creating some perfect, and some imperfect."
Her words left no room for bitterness, only awe—tender, quiet wonder with traces of jealousy. She didn’t want to imagine how many women would throw themselves at his feet after his recovery.
"Isn’t it better to get a mask for this face to shield it from vixens and fox spirits?" she murmured with a light smile.
For a fleeting moment, she was tempted to reach out, to run a finger along the fine lines of his face—the strong brow, the soft angle of his jaw, the firm but untroubled curve of his lips. But she refrained. He looked exhausted. Peaceful.
She quietly slipped out of bed, tiptoeing across the room like a ghost. The bathroom door clicked shut behind her as she took a quick, refreshing shower.
Stepping out of the bathroom, she picked out a loose, comfortable casual wear and slipped into it.
Standing in front of the mirror, she skillfully tucked her hair into a low braid, slipped on her ring and wristwatch, and took a deep breath. She was ready to dive into the tasks she had pushed aside the night before.