Richard pulled a chair and sat down, his expression calm, collected and indifferent. His gaze flickering as he watched Davis and Jessica with amusement 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 streamed 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, shame, gratitude, and unbelievably ridiculous.
