Richard pulled a chair and sat down, his expression calm, collected and indifferent. His gaze flickering as he watched Davis and Jessica with amusent in his eyes.
Davis’s hand instinctively tightened around Jessica’s, his heart pounding in his chest. The weight of the discovery hitting him hard—she had saved him again.
Fifteen years ago, she had been his unexpected savior, and now, once again, fate had intertwined their paths.
It all made sense now —The familiarity, the unexplainable closeness he had felt towards her since their marriage must have stread from his subconscious.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that life would give him such an opportunity, a second chance to reunite with the one person who had once been his light in the darkness.
"Have you both been well?" he asked glancing at their faces, his voice thick with several emotions swirling in his eyes—pain, sha, gratitude, and unbelievably ridiculous.
The question sounded foolish even to his own ears. The proof of their survival was right in front of him. They had made it—just as they had all those years ago when they had nothing but each other. And just like before, they had been his anchor and deliverance.
Jessica, however, was not so sentintal. Her gaze snapped to Richard, her eyes dark with accusation. Richard chuckled at her glare.
Jessica didn’t need to say it aloud—her glare said everything. He had failed to co up with the accurate results of his investigation about Davis because he has been the one investigating Davis’s whereabouts all along.
But then, none of them had complete information about each other back then.
Davis had never told them his real surna. He had taken on his mother’s maiden na, introducing himself as Dave Ravensdale.
At that ti, he had left because he was worried his parents were desperately searching for him. But by the ti he returned ho to his parents, his world had already crumbled.
His parents had been in a tragic accident on the very night he was kidnapped. They had fought for their lives in the hospital for months, but in the end, they hadn’t made it.
Elder Allen wasted no ti to take a drastic decision, he sent Davis out of the country imdiately, to keep him away from the tragedy, creating a new environnt for him to readjust himself.
For the next few years, Davis had lived in a foreign land. He was enrolled to further his studies. With his father gone, the old man needs to prepare him for the task ahead—the heir to the group.
It was during this ti that he t Vera. A simple, innocent and charming young lady with focus and objectives.
She had felt familiar, like soone from his past—soone who, like him, had co from the sa continent. At first, she had been nothing more than a fleeting presence in his life, a reminder of a ho he will return to in due ti.
For five years, he had kept their relationship strictly in the friend zone.
But then, Elder Allen had begun pressuring him. Settle down. Take responsibility. Strengthen the family.
Under his relentless pressure, he decided to make the Old man happy since he is the closest family to him. That gave rise to their engagent and her been addressed as fiancée.
Richard had tried investigating Davis’s background before, but the na Ravensdale had proven dangerous.
The Ravensdale family wasn’t just a regular wealthy household—they were a mafia lineage.
Davis had lied about his na, but there was a real Ravensdale family, and they were powerful, ruthless, and untraceable.
Their only known non-mafioso mber had been their daughter, who had vanished years ago. So reports claid she was dead. Others whispered that she had fled the country.
Richard’s investigations had been t with resistance. Then, outright threats.
After a terrifying brush with danger, he had been forced to stop looking—but he had never forgotten.
Now, as Jessica studied Davis, her gaze unwavering, Richard could sense the unspoken words passing between them.
Jessica didn’t pull her hand from Davis’s grip, but her eyes held sothing unreadable.
"Why did you tell us your na was Ravensdale instead of Allen?" she finally asked, her voice quiet yet laced with curiosity.
Davis exhaled, dragging a hand through his hair before smirking slightly. "My mother is a Ravensdale." He replied curtly. His mother had always told him not to connect with them but now Davis doesn’t care anymore.
He must trace them and present himself as their grandson. His mother was never a weakling. Then a na flashed through his mory "Nora" his mother’s friend.
Davis breathe hitched, his hand trembled slightly, her gaze falling on Jessica. Jessica felt the slight tremor of his hand and looked at him.
"Any problem?" She asked, her eyes searching for the slightest discomfort on his face. But Davis wouldn’t let her to find any.
"Why don’t we leave this place first? Eat sothing. Rest. Then we’ll talk." He said quietly averting her gaze.
His gaze softened, though his tone remained teasing. "Besides, we have a lot to discuss..." He leaned back, his smirk widening. "And you have a lot of questions to answer, too."
Richard watched the exchange, amusent flickering in his eyes.
So things never changed.
Back then, Dave and Jessy had bickered endlessly while patrolling the bushes, gathering whatever edible fruits they could find.
Jessica had always been the challenger, stretching her hand out towards Davis in silent defiance. No matter how stubborn Davis had been, he had always let her win.
Richard had spent his days playing the peacemaker between them.
But the day Davis had left, everything had changed.
Jessica had cried silently, believing no one noticed. But he, Richard had noticed.
Several tis, he had caught her gazing into the distance. And each ti, when he approached, she would ask him, "Will he be safe?"
Now, looking at them again—no longer just friends, but married—Richard knew he was in for a long ride.
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