After leaving the hotel, Jessica made a quick stop at the hospital. From there, she headed straight to the company to check on the team working on the upcoming fashion show. She held a short eting with them, correcting so of their designs and rearranging a few things. By the ti she finished, the day was already almost over.
Next, she went to the warehouse. She needed to get so new outfits for Davis. Carefully, she went through a new collection of their handmade suits and ties, picking out a few pieces she thought would suit him best.
Since Davis might be going out more often in the near future, she wanted him to have the best. Their return to the mansion was still uncertain and would depend on future situations and events.
While she was making her selections, Richard followed her around. After watching her for a while, he finally asked the question that had been burning in his heart.
"Jessy, do you love Davis?" he asked, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for her true feelings.
Jessica froze for a mont. His question hit her like a sudden thunderclap. She hadn’t expected sothing like that at this ti.
"Why do you ask?" she replied, eting his gaze steadily, as if challenging him.
Richard shrugged slightly. He had been by Jessica’s side for many years. Their relationship was close, and secretly, he had developed feelings for her.
He had once planned to confess his love, but before he could, Jessica was urgently called to the Brown family. Not long after, he heard the shocking news—she was married.
That news crushed all his dreams. With her marriage settled, he chose to bury his feelings and support her quietly instead.
Back then, he had wanted to destroy the Brown family for ruining his hopes. He had been so angry, so hurt. But seeing how hard Jessica was working to help Davis recover, he cald himself down. His love for her turned silent, hidden.
eting Davis in person made Richard feel even more conflicted. He realized both of them had t Jessica during painful monts in their lives.
Jessica looked at Richard closely, trying to read his emotions.
"Richy, is there a problem? Why are you asking this?" she questioned softly.
"No, no problem," he said with a small smile. "I just felt like asking."
In truth, he needed to hear her answer—to kill whatever little hope still lingered inside him. Though it hurt, he didn’t want to ruin their friendship. If Jessica was happy, that was enough for him.
Jessica thought for a while. She stared into the distance, her mind wandering through her mories with Davis. A soft smile touched her lips.
She had never really stopped to think about it before. But since Richard, soone she trusted, asked, she gave it serious thought.
"Richy, I’m not sure how to explain it," she finally said, her voice firm yet gentle. "But I know he’s important to ."
Her words were filled with quiet certainty. Just thinking of Davis made her heart feel lighter, brighter.
Richard nodded and looked down quickly, hiding the pain that flashed in his eyes.
He made up his mind—to stay by her side and support her from the shadows.
As long as Davis treated her well and made her happy, Richard had no regrets.
"I believe he loves you just the sa," he murmured, mostly to himself.
When they finished at the company, most workers were already getting off work.
"Let’s go ho together," Jessica offered.
But Richard made an excuse about having sothing else to do. In truth, he just wanted to reach the nightclub early—to drown his sorrows with a few drinks.
Jessica’s car rolled into the compound just as the sun was setting. As always, Davis was sitting outside, patiently waiting for her. His day had been long and tiring.
Holding the shopping bag, Jessica walked toward him, her eyes locked on his figure. Her heart beat faster.
She thought back to Richard’s question.
Do I love him? she wondered.
This ti, she didn’t want to guess or imagine. She wanted to find the answer by looking at him, by feeling it.
Her steps were steady, but her heart was full—full of hope, happiness, contentnt, and a strange new desire.
Seeing Davis sitting there, it was as if the whole world faded away, and only he remained.
Jessica sighed softly. She didn’t want to overthink it. Instead, she chose to trust her heart and her actions.
Stopping in front of Davis, he reached out and pulled her into a soft, gentle kiss.
"How was your day?" he asked warmly as they moved inside.
"It was nice and good," she replied with a smile. She placed the shopping bag on his lap.
"Take a look and see if you like it," she said as she dropped onto the bed with a tired but happy sigh.
"I’ll be going to the room next door in a bit," she added.
"Room next door?" Davis asked, looking up at her in surprise. He didn’t think the room next door was being used—it had been locked since he arrived.
"Yes, it’s my design room," Jessica explained casually.
Davis stared at her, a little stunned.
He had often heard her talk about fashion with Richard, but he had never guessed she was a designer herself.
Curious, he looked down at the bag in his hands.
"You designed these too?" he asked, his voice full of amazent.
His eyes lit up with pride as he realized—his wife was even more incredible than he had ever imagined.
"Madam, can you please reintroduce yourself so I won’t make a mistake again?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
It still amazed him how Desmond had so easily concluded that she was unimportant, unloved, and without any real skill — when in truth, she was a hidden powerhouse.
But then again, he couldn’t really bla Desmond’s poor judgnt. After all, he himself had fallen for her calm and unassuming act too.
Jessica smiled gently at his teasing question. "You don’t have to worry about all that," she said softly. "Just rember as your wife. Isn’t that enough?"
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