My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 277

The moment she stepped away, Jabco’s office door opened.

He came out, looking around instinctively. “Riyana?”

Her desk was empty.

He frowned slightly. He needed some files and, without thinking too much, walked over to her desk. He knew where she kept things. After all these years, her desk felt familiar to him.

He opened one drawer.

Then froze.

Two tickets lay inside.

Movie tickets.

He picked them up slowly and looked at the details. His eyes moved to the date.

This Friday.

His birthday.

His heart skipped in a way he didn’t expect.

“…Is this for me?” he whispered.

A strange warmth spread through his chest. For years now, she had always been there on his birthday. Even when he went out with friends, even when there were parties, she was always beside him. It's because she had to but still she always there.

He swallowed.

Maybe she bought these for him.

Why else would the date match so perfectly?

He was still holding the tickets when he heard footsteps.

“Sir?”

Riyana stood there with a cup of coffee in her hand. Her eyes widened slightly when she saw him at her desk.

“Do you need something?” she asked carefully.

Jabco’s hand tightened. He quickly placed the tickets back inside the drawer and closed it.

“Yes,” he said, turning toward her. “I need the new product files.”

“Alright,” she nodded quickly, stepping closer. “Here’s your coffee.”

He took the cup from her hand, their fingers brushing for just a second, then turned and walked back into his office.

Riyana stood there for a moment, confused by the way her heart was beating faster than usual. She shook her head and went to get the files.

When she entered his office again and handed them to him, he didn’t look up right away. He flipped through the pages slowly, then finally spoke.

“Do you have something to say to me?”

She blinked. “Sir?”

He lifted his eyes to her. “Anything you want to tell me?”

She thought for a moment and then she shook her head. “No, sir.”

Something dark flickered across his face. Disappointment. Clear and sharp.

Her brows pulled together. “Is… something wrong?”

He looked away. “No.”

After a pause, he added, “You can go.”

Riyana nodded and left the office quietly, her heart heavy with questions she didn’t know how to ask.

Inside, Jabco stared at the closed door long after she was gone, the image of those tickets still burning in his mind.

It was Friday morning.

Like every other workday, Riyana arrived at Jabco’s house on time. Nothing about the morning felt special, yet her heart felt strangely restless. She told herself it was just another day. Just routine. Nothing more.

She stepped inside quietly, removed her shoes, and walked toward his room.

Jabco was standing near the mirror, half dressed, buttoning his shirt. His sleeves were still loose, his hair slightly messy, as if he had just stepped out of the shower.

“Good morning, sir,” Riyana said softly as she entered.

He glanced at her reflection in the mirror. “Oh. You’re here.”

“Yes,” she replied simply, as if this wasn’t something she had done hundreds of times before.

She walked straight toward his wardrobe without waiting for instructions. She knew his habits better than anyone. She opened the drawer, took out his tie, then his watch, then his socks, and placed everything neatly on the table beside him.

This was normal. This was always how it went.

She picked up the tie and stepped closer. Jabco turned slightly toward her without a word, lowering his chin just a bit. Riyana lifted her hands and began fixing the tie around his collar, her fingers moving automatically, carefully smoothing the fabric.

For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The room was quiet. Too quiet.

Riyana could hear her own breathing. She could smell his cologne. Familiar. Comforting. Dangerous.

Her fingers brushed his chest by accident as she tightened the knot. She paused for half a second, then continued as if nothing had happened.

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