Davis stared at their faces briefly. His gaze swept from Ethan, then lingered on Jessica. The intensity in his eyes softened as he finally spoke.
"The shares transferred by my grandfather are all in your name," he said solemnly.
Ethan let out a helpless sigh, his shoulders sagging slightly. He was used to being around them, but not their emotional fireworks. Jessica, however, raised a brow, unfazed, her lips curving into a playful smile.
"Doesn't that make me your goddess of wealth?" she teased.
Davis chuckled softly. "You aren't just a goddess of wealth, but also of fortune and blessing."
"And yet, you aren't paying homage to me?" she asked, a brow lifted in mock offense.
He leaned closer and kissed her gently on the lips, his voice low and amused. "Seems like this husband has to work harder for his sacrifices to be considered acceptable."
"His efforts still fall short," she smirked.
Davis raised an eyebrow in mock protest. "Is it fair to ridicule your husband like this?"
