My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 336

The door opened just enough.

Jabco reacted without thinking.

He caught her before her body could hit the wall or the floor, his arms wrapping around her instinctively.

“Riyana!” he called her name, fear sharp in his voice.

She didn’t respond.

He shook her gently, then a little harder. “Riyana, look at me. Can you hear me?”

Nothing.

Her head rested limply against his chest, her face pale, her breathing shallow.

His heart felt like it stopped.

For a moment, his body froze, fear rushing through him so fast his hands began to tremble. He picked her up carefully, holding her as if she might break, and carried her to the bedroom.

He laid her down on the bed, brushing her hair back from her face with shaking fingers.

Then he grabbed his phone.

“I need you here within ten minutes,” he said into the call, his voice tight, leaving no room for questions. He ended the call immediately, sent the location, and dropped the phone aside.

He turned back to her, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Riyana,” he whispered, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “Please hear me.”

He caressed her face gently, his thumb brushing her cheek, his eyes never leaving hers.

Fear sat heavy in his chest as he waited for even the smallest sign that she would respond.

The doorbell rang sharply, cutting through the heavy silence in the apartment.

Jabco was on his feet in an instant.

He opened the door before it rang again. The doctor stood there, still holding his bag, his expression serious the moment he saw Jabco’s face. "Mr. Grey"

“She fainted,” Jabco said immediately, stepping aside. “She was vomiting, then she collapsed.”

The doctor nodded once and walked in quickly. Jabco led him straight to the bedroom.

Riyana lay on the bed, her face pale against the white pillow. Her lashes rested quietly against her cheeks, her breathing soft but uneven. Seeing her like that made Jabco’s chest ache in a way he didn’t know how to handle.

The doctor placed his bag on the bedside table and sat beside her. He began his checks calmly, professionally, as if trying to keep the room steady.

He checked her pulse first, fingers resting lightly on her wrist. Then he leaned closer, listening to her breathing. He placed a hand on her forehead, then her neck, checking her temperature properly this time.

Jabco stood there, arms stiff at his sides, watching every move. He wanted to ask questions, a hundred of them, but his throat felt tight. All he could do was wait.

“Has she been eating properly?” the doctor asked without looking up.

Jabco hesitated. “She didn’t eat much today”

“Any stress?” the doctor asked next, opening his bag and taking out a blood pressure monitor.

Jabco gave a short, humorless laugh. “Too much.”

The doctor wrapped the cuff around Riyana’s arm and pumped it slowly. He watched the reading carefully, his face neutral but focused.

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