<h4>Chapter 230: You like it?</h4>


    Jessica never expected her pregnancy would spark such immediate ns. She had thought Davis might hesitate—perhaps contemte whether to ept or reject the news. But seeing the joy radiate from him, she was relieved. At least now, there was nothing more to worry about.


    Maybe, just maybe, this was the ce she could finally call home. A ce where her heart would find peace. A heart that would always have room for her. A man whose arms felt like the safest shelter.


    After a fulfilling breakfast, she spent quality time with Davis, talking about their hopes and dreams for their little one. As Davis had rightly said, it was time to see a doctor and confirm a few facts. She made a mental note to see to it.


    A few minutes before 10 a.m., Jessica gently pulled herself from Davis’s embrace—her safe haven since morning. He had clung to her like his arms could shield her from every harm.


    "Duty calls," she smirked, shing him a mischievous smile. His face darkened at her decision, but he said nothing.


    "Be good. I’ll be back safe and sound. Keep frowning like that, and you’ll get wrinkles," she teased.


    Davis couldn’t care less about wrinkles. What terrified him more was exposing his family—his growing family—to danger.


    He trusted Jessica to handle matters on her own, but with another life now growing inside her, the weight of responsibility had doubled. He had to protect them—both of them.


    Left with no choice, he got dressed and apanied her. When Ethan saw them getting into the car together, a knowing smile crept onto his face.


    He had expected this oue ever since his boss had mentioned keeping Jessica away from the interview she had worked so hard to prepare for.


    She had spent several days reviewing documents, reassigning staff, and even creating new departments tailored for the uingunch. Her efforts were thorough and admirable.


    With everyone settled in the car, they drove off, the vehicle slicing through traffic with swift precision. In no time, they arrived at the venue.


    The interviewee was already seated, waiting. Jessica, Mr. Stan, and Ethan took the lead. The process was smooth and efficient, and within a few hours, the interviews had concluded.


    Before it ended, Davis had ced an order for food and drinks—ones he had read were ideal for pregnant women. When Jessica saw the waiter walk in with them, her mouth twitched in protest.


    She couldn’t help but mourn for herself. If this continues, I might be obese before childbirth, she thought.


    After the interview, they boarded the car with the intention of going home. Davis’s arm held her tightly while she slept deeply beside him. She had pushed through the interview with sheer willpower. The moment they entered the car, she had told Davis she needed a proper nap.


    She had adjusted to a morefortable position and with the right temperature of air conditioner, she quickly dozed off in his arms.


    "Ethan, take us to the house location," Davis instructed, casting a soft nce at her sleeping face.


    Ethan nodded, passed the directions to the driver, and they quickly took an alternate route—one that led to an upscale part of the city that radiated luxury.


    ording to Davis, he wanted a well-furnished apartment in a highly developedmunity with good amenities and strong security.


    Davis knew his situation was unique. He couldn’t afford to take anything for granted.


    Soon, they arrived at the gates of a luxurious estate. Ethan stepped out to present the ess pass, and they were granted entry by the security team on duty.


    As the car pulled to a stop, Jessica stirred. Rubbing her eyes, she mumbled, "Have we arrived?"


    Davis nodded. But as her gaze wandered, taking in the unfamiliar environment, her brows furrowed in confusion.


    "Where are we? What’s the name of this ce?" she asked, suddenly on guard, her senses alert.


    "Rx, baby. I would never hurt you," Davis said gently. "We’re just here to check something out."


    He didn’t want to make assumptions or decisions without her. He wanted her to see it for herself.


    Jessica exhaled deeply as she stared at the white bungalow with its floor-to-ceiling ss windows. "What exactly are we checking out?"


    "Let’s go inside first. Then you can decide," Davis replied with a smirk.


    Ethan helped him out of the car as Jessica followed closely, her eyes scanning the environment for any signs of danger. But it was quiet with no sense of life or harm.


    The greenwns were lush, thevender flowers blooming beautifully, and a shaded area beckoned for a calm afternoon tea. She took a deep breath, the fresh scent soothing her nerves. Her eyes twinkled in admiration.


    Despite her time in Noveria, Jessica hadn’t had the chance to explore its serene beauty. She made a silent promise to herself to take a tour around the town before leaving.


    Ethan led the way to arge, polished mahogany door. He brought out the key, unlocked it, and they stepped into a spacious living room with soaring ceilings, marble walls, and a dazzling chandelier that exudes elegance.


    With the driver waiting outside, Davis left his wheelchair behind as they explored the house.


    The living room was tastefully furnished with velvet sofas, a ss coffee table, and mood-adjustable smart lighting. Remote-controlled curtains framed the tall windows.


    The kitchen was every chef’s dream—fully equipped with top-of-the-line appliances, granite countertops, and custom cabry. The cookware gleamed, clearly brand new.


    Each bedroom was luxuriously styled with king-sized beds, soft rugs, walk-in closets, and en-suite bathroomsplete with Jacuzzi tubs and gold-ented mirrors.


    Sliding ss doors opened to a private backyard featuring a serene pool, lounge chairs, and a shaded patio for outdoor meals. The entire home reflected peace, luxury, andfort.


    Back in the living room, Davis returned to his wheelchair and handed Jessica a bottle of water he had brought from the car when they alighted.


    She drank deeply, then handed it back without a second thought—like it was the most natural thing in the world.


    "What do you think of the apartment?" he asked. A silent use rested in his heart: If you don’t like it, we’ll find another.


    "It’s beautiful," she murmured, her eyes scanning the house onest time.


    "So, you like it?" he pressed gently.


    Jessica gave him a look. "Who doesn’t like a beautiful house like this?"


    "Then it’s settled," Davis said, turning to Ethan. "Make arrangements for us to move in."