Chapter 59: Let me see your legs?..
Jessica walking away had a faint smile on her lips. The night has been fruitful. She didn’t expect Desmond to come to the balcony—making him believe she was genuinely uncertain about Davis’s fate, that she was probing for answers because she lacked confidence in his recovery.
That was exactly what she wanted him to think.
Who would wish their enemy a long life, let alone a chance to rise again? His confidence in Davis’s permanent state of helplessness only confirmed what she had long suspected—he wanted Davis out of the picture entirely.
The more he assumed Davis was doomed, the less cautious he would be. He would slip, make mistakes—mistakes she could use to her advantage.
Desmond might have planned well but like the old man said she will remain an unknown factor in this battle of wits. Her naivety will be her best trump card.
~In another room~
Davis sat in his wheelchair at the center of the room he had been most familiar with, his bedroom from childhood till the time of his accident. His eyes slowly tracing the familiar furnishings and fittings with memories preserved on each of them.
The sky blue coloured wall, the large mahogany table sitting by the window with its surface polished by years of use was once a place he had read and studied on, several photos of the important people in his life were framed and placed on it.
The curtain had been carefully chosen by his mother, an embrace he will never get to hold again, he felt his heart hurt as the memories he never wanted to revisit surfaced.
The bookshelves lined the walls had books he had read and studied to be a better man whose parents should be proud of. Several awards standing on a space in the shelf, a reminder of his efforts and achievements which had all gone down the drain.
Time seemed to stand still in this room, as if the years had frozen in place, unwilling to move forward.
Each corner of the room held traces of the past he had left behind—echoes of laughter, whispered conversations, and moments of peace long lost to the changes that had swept over his life.
forehead lightly, his fingers pressing against the tension he could never fully escape, before his
She surveyed the room, taking in the simple vibrant decoration of
gaze flickered to the table with three photo frame, she walked slowly to the table as she
she guessed must be his mother and sister. She remembered hearing someone say the
figure now diminished by the wheelchair seemed to hold secrets only he knew. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the
he asleep?" he asked softly, his voice
subtle changes in
energy and needed all the rest." Her voice gentle and firm. He nodded lightly, thinking
He muttered
She replied as she dropped the last photo frame in her hand. She had held the photo frame for a
him, his expression blank Jessica was a bit worried, she came closer
that felt almost palpable. In his still, cold, and colorless world, Jessica had become the
the room, every quiet moment, every solitude, seemed to come alive in her presence, it’s
her insistence that made him take a tour around the home he had long
now—dull and lifeless before, now radiating with something he couldn’t quite name
word, Davis pulled her onto his lap with one swift motion, his arms wrapping
the crook of her neck, the warmth of her skin, the scent belonging to her that he had gradually became accustomed to
was the steady rhythm of her breath,
quiet longing he hadn’t
almost immediately. The weight of his
gentle reassurance, as though comforting a child. She understood his mood well, she had experienced over and over
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