<h4>Chapter 27: Meet my Uncle...</h4>


    The living room was dimly lit, Desmond rxed on one of the couch with a ss of whiskey in his hand. His phone ced on the side table. He nced at the duo, he sighed briefly. Davis sat on his wheelchair expressionless, his finger tapping lightly on hisp.


    The report he had been receiving isn’t what he is observing. But, it didn’t matter as long as he remained crippled there is no cause for rm. With a practiced smile ying on his lips he gazed at Davis "Dear nephew, how did you see your new bride? Are youfortable ...with our ....present? His gaze flicked to Jessica who stood behind Davis her hands on the wheelchair "Though, I can see she has already adjusted into her role perfectly." He sneered.


    Jessica nced at him, it seems he hade for a spot check and it will be embarrassing to let him go empty handed. When elders pays a visit, it is wise for the youngsters to reciprocate with a kind gesture. But —how will I prove him an elder without a proper introduction, she mused.


    Slowly, she retracted her hand from the wheelchair and came forward to stand at the side so that she can get a full view of Davis face as well as his. "Davis, who is this uncle?" She asked taking on the countenance of an innocent girl, her smile warm and gentle as though she will never hurt a fly.


    Davis smirked internally, he had witnessed this countenance severally and it usually spells trouble. He don’t care what she might be nning to do but whatever it is —he don’t mind ying along.


    He believed that Jessica will hate the person that plotted their marriage arrangement just as he did.


    ncing at Desmond briefly whose eyes shone with calctions, he chuckled lightly. He couldn’t wait to watch a good show.


    "Meet my uncle, Desmond Allen", he smirked, his eyes cold as he engaged in a battle of wits with Desmond. The tension in the room fell several degrees lower but Jessica imed oblivious of the tension.


    Jessica nodded lightly, tapping her hand on her forehead as though trying to recollect the name from the rumours and with a touch of epiphany, she spurned around "Is he the Mr. Allen who took over everything on the night his nephew had an ident?"She blurted out.


    "Ahh!, I am sorry", She shouted as her hand flew to her mouth as one who had just said what need not be said. Her gaze at Desmond flustered and Desmond face twisted in anger.


    He nced at Davis, his voice stormy "Is that what you told your wife about me?" He drawled. He didn’t miss the cold smile that yed on Davis lips at Jessica’sment. He didn’t want to believe she had said it unintentionally.


    Jessica continuously shook her head, her hand waving frantically in objection "No uncle, he didn’t say anything about it but I heard it in the news, it was all over the ce and you don’t expect me to shut my ears at the news", she said quickly as though trying to rify her innocence.


    Davis lips curled up unconsciously as he watched the fury in Desmond eyes, he felt consoled and happy.


    This uncle of his has constantly rubbed salt into his injury since his ident and he has never been able to counter him, he had been depressed that he took the opportunity to step all over him; may be the wife he choose for him will grant him that reprieve at least this once.


    Desmond chest rose and fell rapidly, it was as though a bone has been stucked into his throat, thement left a bitter taste in his mouth. "They had all been mistaken, it was my right, my position and my privilege", he screamed inwardly — he dare not mention this in the presence of Davis.


    Davis did not miss the changes in his expression, the storm brewing in his heart, he felt pity for Jessica because Desmond is a shrewd and will definitelye after her but as he met her nonchnt gaze on Desmond, he sighed. This time Desmond Allen has finally met his match.


    "Uncle, Is it true that you took his fiancee for your son?" She asked innocently.


    Jessica’s statement fell like a bombshell, the room turned colder. Desmond averted his gaze, Davis eyes turned gloomy but as they were reveling each in his own thought, she continued—"I think that woman what’s her name—Vera Louis right? I think she is not a trustworthy person and will be willing to betray any one as long as the condition meets her desire " She said and shrugged her shoulders.


    Jessica knew it would be painful for Davis but she had to use this opportunity to make him see reason why he should not dwell on the past.


    Desmond felt as though he ate a fly. He downed ss after ss in the bid to calm the rage in his heart. Jessica watched on with a cold smirk. As soon as he wants to drop the cup, she pped jubntly "Uncle, you are really a good drinker. It is really spectacr seeing you down ss after ss".


    She hurriedly dashed to the wine shelf and picked out a Morus LXIV Gin, ced it on the side table and took a seat beside him. Her gaze bright with inquisitiveness and admiration. Desmond sighed at her actions, it seems she is really a foolish girl.


    He didn’t expect that she will be fascinated with a man who is good at just drinking and looking at the drink she picked out —she didn’t know anything about drinks. Otherwise, why pick the most expensive drink with a high amount of alcohol.


    Seeing her happy face and how she has lost interest in her husband, Desmond expression softened a lot. "May be she can be used to keep Davis in check." He thought.


    He decided to test her, it’s better to be cautious then make a grave mistake. It was his n to get Davis married to the greedy Risa who would be willing to do anything for money but — the Brown family swapped the bride at thest minute. "It seems there are a mess of a home— one is greedy, the other is foolish.