The day started without anything unusual. The weather was bright and calm, and the tabloids were filled with news from around the world.
Jessica couldn't wake up early. She had spent most of the night working on her designs, so much that Davis got worried and had to force her to leave her desk.
Davis woke up earlier, taking a moment to watch the sleeping woman beside him. Afterward, he left the bed, prepared breakfast, and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.
Although they lived in a large compound with many maids and staff, they had arranged their life in such a way that it felt like they lived alone — just the two of them.
Making breakfast had become Davis's personal duty. He had added it to his schedule because it gave him pride and joy. Meanwhile, the staff handled the other main meals.
With his movements much better now and less pain, he didn't feel bothered anymore. With practiced ease, breakfast was ready in no time.
