My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 311

Riyana could feel his gaze on her face, on her profile, on the way she avoided looking at him. It made her skin prickle. She focused on the elevator doors, willing them to open faster.

The doors finally slid open with a soft sound.

She stepped inside. Jabco followed, still not letting go of her hand.

The doors closed.

The small space made everything feel closer.

“If you get late again,” Jabco said suddenly, his voice low, controlled, “you can call me. So you don’t have to come back in another man’s car.”

Riyana felt the tension underneath his words. He was trying to sound reasonable, but jealousy was clearly there.

“It was the first day,” she replied, her voice steady. “I gave extra time.”

“If that’s the case, you should have called me,” he said. “Not ignored my calls.”

“I didn’t ignore them,” she corrected calmly. “I didn’t see them.”

He turned his head and looked straight at her now. His eyes searched her face, as if trying to decide whether to believe her or not.

“You could have called back as soon as you saw them,” he said.

“I didn’t want to argue on the phone,” she answered honestly. “I knew you’d be angry.”

“And you think I’m not angry now?” he asked.

She finally looked up at him. Really looked at him.

“I think,” she said slowly, “you’d be angry no matter what.”

That stopped him.

For a moment, he said nothing. His jaw tightened, the muscle ticking slightly. He looked away, staring at the elevator numbers as they changed.

“You’re married,” he said after a pause. “You shouldn’t be coming home this late with another man.”

“And you shouldn’t be controlling every second of my life,” she shot back without hesitation.

The words hung in the air.

The elevator continued moving, quiet and slow, while tension thickened between them. They stood facing each other, hands still joined, yet emotionally miles apart.

Finally, Jabco let out a sharp breath.

“Alright,” he said suddenly. “Fine.”

Riyana blinked, surprised.

“I won’t ask anything,” he continued, his tone restrained. “But can’t you at least tell me who you’re working for?”

She stared at him for a second.

That was it?

No shouting. No threats. No cold orders.

He had… given up?

She didn’t know why, but the change unsettled her more than his anger would have.

“I’m working as an art instructor,” she said slowly, choosing her words carefully. “For actor Lennox Ardolf.”

His brows lifted slightly, but he didn’t interrupt.

“I told you about my professor,” she went on. “This work came through him. Lennox is preparing for a film. His new character is related to art. John went to the professor first, and the professor recommended me.”

The elevator slowed and stopped.

The doors opened.

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Jabco loosened his grip slightly, but didn’t let go.

“Let’s go,” he said.

Riyana stepped out beside him.

She didn’t know if this calm would last.

Riyana told him about Lennox because she didn’t want secrets between them.

It wasn’t because she owed him an explanation. It was because she didn’t want things to turn ugly later.

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