What's wrong?

Seeing Vera move toward the dinning room, the family members gradually dispersed and made their way toward the dining room.

Jessica walked over to Davis, noticing the faint smile playing on his lips. "What's so funny?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

Davis didn't respond immediately. Instead, he reached out, pulling her lightly toward him. The sudden movement caught Jessica off guard, and she nearly lost her balance. Before she could stumble, his firm grip steadied her, his arm wrapping securely around her waist.

Jessica tried to pry his hand away from her waist but he didn't budge. Their posture was ambiguous—intimate, almost teasing.

"Allen Davis," she called sternly, her tone carrying a warning, but all it did was elicit a deep chuckle from him.

His gaze flickered to her hand—the one Vera had smacked earlier. His eyes darkening "Are you hurt?"