Davis' days had been exceptionally blissful, more than he had anticipated.

It almost felt as though the storms he once weathered were nothing but a fading nightmare.

The pains he endured seemed like illusions, distant and powerless now. Fate, it appeared, had chosen to reward him generously.

Weeks back had seen the ascension and advancement of the Allen Group in the world of innovation.

The launch of the energy-saving prototype, which had been the lifelong dream of his parents and Nora Santiago, had been able to see the light of day and was unveiled before the world.

Its unveiling to the world was not just a corporate success; it was a personal victory, a legacy fulfilled.

An achievement which had set him ahead of his peers, so much that some of the persons who despised him during his low had to come crawling back.

Day after day, business partners and investors sought him out to collaborate. His grandfather's health had been restored, and Elder Allen now spent his mornings joyfully in the company of his great-grandchildren.

Looking at the lady who was sleeping peacefully in his arms, his heart melted, his gaze softened, butterflies fluttering in his stomach, he felt nothing but gratefulness, a silent promise of loving her and only her.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand. He glanced at the woman in his arms, carefully laying her onto the bed as she continued sleeping.

Davis picked up the phone and walked over to the balcony, his voice deliberately low. "Arrived?"

"Yes, Sir," Ethan's voice filtered through the speaker.

"Alright, we will be there," he answered softly, looking at the sky which was still clouded over. His lips curled up.

For months, he had planned for this day, and seeing it close to manifestation would be his greatest joy. With a deep exhale, he returned into the bedroom.

He sat on the bed beside her, his hand softly twirling a few strands of her hair before it trailed down to her cheeks in a warm caress.

Jessica stirred briefly.

"You're awake?" he murmured.

Jessica buried herself deep into the pillow, pulling the blanket over her head. "I still want to sleep."

"You have been sleeping." He smirked.

"Not until four days ago after I delivered that wedding dress to the mysterious owner." She mumbled under her breath.

"But you've also worked relentlessly in the previous years." He chimed.

Jessica peeked out from under the blanket, a tinge of envy in her tone. "But that gown requirements were so exceptional… I almost envied whoever it was for."

"You love it?" Davis asked, curiosity lighting his eyes.

"Very much," she admitted, sitting up slowly.

"Freshen up," Davis said, rising. "We've got somewhere to go."

Her brows furrowed. "Somewhere? You never mentioned that last night."

"I just thought of it." He smirked.

Jessica sighed and left the bed. By the time she was done, Davis was already standing with her handbag packed and in his hand.

"Let's go," he said, taking her hand in his.

The living room usually throbbed with Deborah's enthusiasm. She usually bustled through the house, directing other staff on what to do.

But this day seemed different. It was eerily silent as though it had never inhabited the warmth of the occupants.

Her brow furrowed lightly. "What about Deborah?" she asked.

"Not in at the moment," Davis clipped while leading her out of the house.

Yet Jessica couldn't shake the feeling of something going on, and more surprisingly, she couldn't place her fingers on it.

It wasn't just Deborah whose absence she noticed. The other staff of the house, and even Elder Allen, who had always preferred to spend the morning in the sitting room going through the news, weren't there.

Jessica shrugged and boarded the car.

A few minutes later, the car pulled up at another estate. She glanced around the estate, her brow furrowing.

"Why are we here?"

"Whose place is this?" she asked in one breath.

"You will know when you go inside," he said without moving.

"When I go inside?" she asked. She had a bad feeling about this. Davis surely wasn't telling the truth, she mused.

Her gaze narrowed. "Aren't you going in?"

Davis shook his head. "There's something I forgot. Can I come back later to pick you?" he asked, handing her the handbag he had carefully packed up.

Jessica gave him a look, but his face remained expressionless. Her thoughts raced with questions.

"Woke me early in the morning, rushed me to freshen up with the excuse of somewhere to be, and now he is asking me to go in while he leaves?"

Quite mysterious.

What exactly is Davis Allen planning this time?

Despite the turmoil in her heart, her face was expressionless. With a quiet exhale, she muttered, "Alright."

Davis ruffled her hair, his lips curled up. "Don't worry, I will soon be back before you know it."

Jessica nodded, watching him as he boarded the car and drove off. She stood rooted to the spot, watching as the car disappeared from her line of sight.

She slowly turned around, her gaze trained on the building before her. With slow, steady steps, she walked towards the building.

Stopping at the door, it was pulled open from the inside just as she lifted her hand to knock.

Jessica clicked her tongue. She waited to see who it was that had opened the door, but no one came.

"Programmed?" She shrugged as she continued into the house.

Eerily silent, she felt her heart thumping so hard that she feared losing it. Questions surged through her mind with no particular answer.

It couldn't be because they had been watching her from the camera or the window.

She stepped into the sitting room, her gaze sweeping over the arrangement, and just before she could analyze and appreciate the beauty, a shower of flower petals rained down from above, catching her completely off guard.

Her heart raced; she glanced around, hoping to find the source. But the next moment, she saw Bella run towards her pulling her into her embrace.

"What are you doing here?" Jessica asked, her eyes searching her face for clues as to why she was here or why she was brought over yet, like Davis it wasn't clear. .

"Sister-in-law, you are here?" Bella asked, her smile widening, snapping her out of her daze.

"Whose home is this?" Jessica asked. Bella looked around. "It's beautiful, right?" she asked.

Jessica gave a small nod as she took in the features of the living room again. "Beautiful."

"Let's go," Bella said as she pulled her towards a closed door.

Jessica's step faltered. "Wait, what's going on?"

Bella smirked mischievously. "Sister-in-law, can we talk about that later?"

Jessica arched a brow, suspicion rising again, but followed. Bella's hand gripped the doorknob tightly as she gave Jessica a fleeting glance.

A mischievous glint flashing across her face. "Set?" she asked.