Ethan standing at the door flinched at the sound, he knew how violent Davis can be but Jessica had insisted she will t him alone even though he couldn't trust her because she might be working with Desmond. But he is left with no choice then to stand guard looking at his wristwatch anxiously.
Davis tried to maneuver his wheelchair to face the intruder who had co to disturb his peace when a lodious voice made him pause briefly. "Are you really serious Davis Allen? We are getting married and you are just passing across so shit of paper to for signing? Should I appreciate you or scrunch my nose at your behavior?" She asked calmly with each syllable harsher than the other.
Fully facing her, he was surprised at the figure before him. He glanced at her briefly before eting her gaze head on "Does my presence matter when your family and Desmond had already entered a deal with my freedom?" The lady before him might be beautiful and gorgeous yet they are part of the reason why he is forced to marry—he wouldn't doubt it if she is one of Desmond spies. He could only feel disgust for her.
Jessica had expected as much, the action was an act of distaste. "And you think I wanted this marriage? Just like you, am forced but that doesn't an that you won't accord that simple courtesy Mr. Allen", she concluded, her tone icy as she dropped a fresh marriage registration docunt on his lap and handed him a pen. "Mr. Allen indent your signature on this docunt, even though our union is forced— I don't marry in absentia".
"And if I don't?" He asked with a cold tone. Jessica shrugged "Then I have nothing to loose but your uncle will keep sending brides to you, so it's your choice to either make do with or expect so more" she said indifferently.
Davis clenched his fist in anger while the atmosphere dropped several degrees lower—Jessica calmly walked over to the sofa and sat down waiting patiently for him without uttering another word. It was as though his anger doesn't concern her. He couldn't help wonder her audacity.
"Are you sure you want to marry a man who is in my state? aren't you wronged? I have no title, no legs, more over I have no value and I can't offer you anything?" Davis asked icily.
He didn't care about this marriage, it was never in his plan, it was another man's decision for him because of his situation and he, a broken man can not offer anything to anyone not even the basic protection.
"Do you think you have a choice?"Jessica scoffed looking at him intently.
Davis sighed with resignation in his tone. "You are right, I have no choice", he stated as he calmly picked up the pen and indented his signature before handing her the papers.
Jessica received the signed docunts and signed her column after confirming the docunts once again and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. She had expended much of her strength today and would really want to go lie down and rest.
She walked to the door, opened it slightly and handed it over to Ethan. Ethan couldn't believe his eyes. It is not up to twenty minutes she entered the study and managed to get Davis to sign the docunts that had taken him hours to talk to him. He couldn't help but wonder what she might have said to him.
"You can give that to Jeffrey and when he is done, I want the certificate delivered to not to anyone else", she said before shutting the door again. Ethan couldn't deny the authority in her voice and he has made up his mind to follow up the processing and get the certificate back sa day.
Jessica re-entered the study taking her seat on the sofa, she needed to have a proper discussion with Davis. Davis lifted his eyes and t her gaze fixed on him. Curiosity flickered in his eyes as they both engaged in a silent battle of wits. He didn't expect her to return but it seems there is going to be one more person to trouble his peaceful existence.
"Why did you co back?" He asked his anger palpable.
"Why I ca back? Aren't you making a mistake Mr. Allen?" Jessica chid.
"A mistake? And please cease from addressing as Mr. Allen am not Desmond", he drawled with the na rolling off his tongue with bitterness.
He didn't want anything to do with this girl not even for a second but seeing her countenance it is very clear she will end up being another pain in the ass.
"Sorry about the address but Davis I have no room so I am here in the study until you provide that." She smirked.
Davis rubbed his brow furiously, his face contorting with anger "The butler or Ethan can do that."
Jessica smiled, she knew it is dangerous trying Davis limits but it's necessary to get sothings straight. She had been forced to marry him and she is ready to divorce at any opportunity but for the ti she is still in this marriage; she promised to take charge of it.
With a smile playing on her lips, she walked over to his wheelchair, bent to his ear level as whispered "Am not married to them. Dear husband, it's ti to make a trip out of this study to show — my room".
Davis breathe hitched at the closeness as a the signature lavender scent of her body hits him. He quickly averted his gaze.
Jessica pulled away from him and while he was lost in thought she held the handle of the wheelchair "So, we are going out to pick a room for , I hope you don't mind", she chid.
Before Davis had the opportunity to object, she had already wheeled him out of the study and clicked the door shut.
As they entered the hallway, the brightness stung and made him blink severally before his eyes adjusted properly to light.
Ethan and Jeffrey seated at the dinning room working on the marriage docunts were startled at the sight of wheelchair coming through the hallway as they rose from their seat.
Silently, Davis pointed the path to take and arrived at a room next to the master's bedroom and paused briefly; he felt a bit uncomfortable giving her the room next to his but then this is rightful. "You can stay here", he said coldly.
Jessica nodded briefly and with a mischievous grin "Where is your room? And isn't it right you take on a tour around your ho?"
Davis veins bulged with frustration as he gritted his teeth while he silently signaled for her to lead the way. Jessica quietly pushed the wheel while he pointed out directions with minimal explanation. In that way, Davis who had spent the past four weeks in the study spent his day touring the mansion again.
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