Davis finished packing every single item Jessica had in the hospital ward without her lifting a finger.
Her gaze, however, had been trained on him the whole time, sharp and deliberate, as though the slightest distraction might result in a fatal accident.
Once he was done, he turned around to face her, his eyes softening in a way few ever saw.
Jessica felt unsettled with the warmth and softness of his gaze. Carefully she averted hers but she felt the heat creeping up her cheek.
Davis sighed quietly. "Babe, are you set?"
Jessica gave a small nod. Davis stretched out his hand toward her. "Let's go," he said gently.
She stared at the hand, her heart skipping a beat. After a deep exhale, she slowly placed her own hand in his.
With a firm, steady grip, Davis helped her rise to her feet. "Let's go," he murmured, casting her a meaningful glance. She nodded again.
Together, they left the ward, her hand secured in his while he carried her bag in the other.
