As they arrived at the main hall, Davis guided Jessica to one of the round banquet tables near the side, pulling out a chair for her. Before she could settle, a neatly dressed maid approached with a polite bow.
"Miss, your room has been cleaned according to the instructions."
"Thank you," Davis answered for her, though his eyes never left Jessica's face. There was a crease in his brow. "Baby, what's wrong?"
Without waiting for her answer, he reached for a bottled water on the table, unscrewed the cap, poured it into a disposable cup, and held it out to her.
Jessica accepted the cup gratefully, drinking a few quick gulps before drawing in a long, steadying breath. She closed her eyes, her lashes trembling slightly, as if willing her body to behave.
When she opened them again, her pulse was easing. "Nothing in particular… just that pregnancy is troublesome," she said with a tired smile that didn't quite reach her eyes.
