My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 337

Riyana blinked slowly.

Her eyes felt heavy, like they had weights tied to them.

For a moment, she couldn’t understand where she was.

The light in the room felt too bright, sharp against her tired eyes. Sunlight was pouring in through the window, spreading across the bed and the walls.

She closed her eyes again, then opened them little by little, giving herself time.

Her body felt weak. Even breathing felt like effort.

When she turned her face slightly, she froze.

Jabco was right there.

So close that she could see every detail of his face. His sharp jaw. The faint shadow under his eyes. His brows were relaxed in sleep, nothing like the controlled, distant man he was when awake.

He was lying next to her, but not properly. His back rested awkwardly against the headboard, his neck tilted at an uncomfortable angle. One of his arms was stretched above her head, pressed between the pillow and the bed. The other hand was holding hers, his fingers wrapped around her like he was afraid she might disappear if he let go.

He looked uncomfortable.

But he hadn’t moved.

Riyana stared at him, confused.

Why was he sleeping like this?

He could have gone to the other side of the bed. He could have slept properly. He hated discomfort. He hated inconvenience. She knew that much.

Then why?

Her mind slowly went back to last night. The restaurant. The nausea. The way the room had started spinning. The bathroom floor, cold under her feet. His voice outside the door, sharp with fear.

After that… nothing.

She swallowed.

Her fingers moved slightly without her meaning to.

That small movement was enough.

Jabco stirred instantly.

His eyes opened, sharp and alert, like he hadn’t really been asleep at all. The moment he realized she was awake, his expression changed. Relief flashed across his face so fast he didn’t have time to hide it.

“You’re awake,” he said, his voice low, rough.

Riyana tried to speak, but her throat felt dry. She only nodded slightly.

He leaned closer, his free hand coming to her forehead, then her cheek, checking her like he had done it a hundred times already.

“How do you feel?” he asked quietly.

She took a slow breath. “Weak.”

“That’s normal,” he said. “Don’t move too much"

Only then did she realize he was still holding her hand.

She tried to pull it back gently.

The moment she moved, his grip tightened just a little, not forceful, but instinctive. He looked down at their hands, then back at her face.

“Don’t,” he said softly. “Just stay still for a bit.”

She stopped.

Silence settled between them.

Riyana looked at him again, really looked this time. His shirt was wrinkled. His hair was slightly messy, like he had run his hand through it too many times. There was tension in his jaw even now, like he was holding something back.

“You didn’t sleep,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

He didn’t deny it. “I slept enough.”

“That’s not sleeping,” she replied, glancing at his stiff posture.

He exhaled slowly. “I didn’t want to move.

“Why?” she asked before she could stop herself.

He looked at her for a long moment, his eyes searching her face like he was deciding how much truth to give.

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