Chapter 234: Phobia
"That’s more like it," she grumbled, her face turned away, refusing to meet his gaze.
Her cheeks were still puffed from crying, eyes rimmed with red. Davis felt his chest tighten.
He felt guilty for being the one person who had made her shed tears.
"Why are you crying?" His voice softened, laced with concern. "I only told you to stay back and get treated. Or... is it really that hard to hang a bottle?" He frowned, unsure if he was missing something bigger.
As much as he hated seeing her cry, he had to be strict with her. She needed to learn how to care for herself now, how to put herself first.
Her selfless attitude had always been a matter of concern to Davis, and he had always nagged her for being too careless—thinking about others without thinking about herself, even when chaos brimmed before her.
Jessica bit her lower lip, her voice a whisper. "It’s... a bit difficult. And I’m not sick, Davis. Just... experiencing symptoms." She still wouldn’t look at him, staring at the floor like it held all the answers.
Davis let out a breath, his fingers brushed the tears from her lashes with slow care before he pulled her into a gentle hug.
"Baby," he said, his voice aching with emotion, "do you know what might happen if these symptoms spiral into something worse? You might also think it’s a symptom when in truth it has already taken from you so much. Do you think I could bear that? My heart’s not that strong." He concluded. Mm
Her pout deepened. "That still doesn’t mean you should shout at me..."
At that, Davis felt a headache pulsing behind his eyes. For the past week, she had exhibited certain traits—she was turning into a full-blown sulky child, crying and throwing tantrums to get what she wanted.