My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 327

Riyana closed her eyes for a second and took a deep breath. Whatever was happening at home had to wait. Work was still work.

“Alright,” she replied. “I’m coming.”

She ended the call, straightened her shoulders, and pushed her anger aside. She had learned long ago how to lock her emotions away when needed. Right now, she didn’t have the luxury to fall apart.

She went back into the room, got ready quickly, tied her hair neatly, and picked up her bag. Her movements were fast and efficient, like muscle memory. If she slowed down, she knew her thoughts would spiral again.

When she stepped out of the room, she stopped abruptly.

Cristo was still standing there.

Same spot. Same straight posture. Same calm, unreadable face.

For a moment, she just stared at him, disbelief mixing with irritation. He hadn’t moved an inch since Jabco left.

So this was really happening. He was really going to follow her.

She said nothing and walked toward the door, deciding to ignore him completely. The sooner she left, the better.

But just as she reached for the door handle, someone stepped in front of her, blocking her way.

Riyana froze.

Her heart skipped at first, then dropped heavily into her chest.

“What is this behavior?”

She looked up and met Cristo’s eyes.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Grey,” he said politely, his head slightly lowered, “but you haven’t had your breakfast yet. Please have your breakfast.”

Her fingers curled into fists.

“I’m not eating,” she said coldly. “I’m not hungry. Move.”

Cristo didn’t move.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his tone respectful but firm. “I can’t let you leave without eating. Mr. Grey clearly instructed me to make sure you have your breakfast.”

That was it.

Riyana felt something snap inside her.

“Damn that man,” she muttered under her breath. “If I see him again, I swear I’ll strangle him myself.”

She turned sharply and walked toward the kitchen, her steps heavy with anger.

The moment she entered, her eyes fell on the table.

The food was already laid out neatly. Everything looked freshly made. Warm. Simple. Familiar.

For a split second, her anger faded.

The food looked… good. Too good.

It annoyed her even more that he could do this. That he could act like a normal man, like someone who cared.

Then the smell reached her nose.

Her stomach turned violently.

Riyana slapped a hand over her mouth and took a step back, her face going pale.

“What is wrong with me?” she whispered to herself.

The nausea came in waves, sharp and sudden. She leaned against the counter, breathing slowly, trying not to gag. This wasn’t normal.

This was different.

Her stomach twisted again, harder this time.

Something was wrong. She knew it.

She glanced toward the door.

Cristo was still standing outside. She knew he wouldn’t let her leave unless he believed she had eaten.

Her jaw tightened.

Fine.

If that was how it had to be.

She walked back to the table, picked up the plates one by one, and dumped everything into the trash can.

Even that small action made her stomach roll again. She had to pause midway, gripping the counter until the dizziness passed.

After throwing everything away, she rinsed her hands, straightened herself, and walked back out of the kitchen.

Cristo turned his head slightly when he heard her footsteps.

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