My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 132

Her eyes skimmed the words, and she let out a scoff. Don’t forget our dinner. Don’t even think about skipping. I’ll be waiting outside, come down when you’re done.

The nerve of him. His tone wasn’t a request, it was like a warning, a demand. She almost laughed, shaking her head.

But that faint smile tugging at her lips, Carson’s ridiculous, overconfident way of speaking, looked completely different to Jabco. He caught the curve of her mouth, and his expression hardened instantly. His eyes darkened, jealousy sharp and raw for a split second before he forced it down, hiding it under his composed mask.

“Sorry, Mr. Grey,” Lily said, putting her phone face down on the table. “I already have dinner plans tonight.”

Jabco tilted his head slightly, his gaze steady. “I see. Then perhaps another day? I’d like to take you out, Lily.”

She shook her head, already knowing where this was heading. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. “I’m not asking for anything more. I simply want to talk. About work, of course.” His tone was calm, but there was a weight to it, something behind the words.

Lily hesitated. Work. If it was about that, she couldn’t brush him off entirely. She nodded, but only faintly. “Tomorrow then. I can spare an hour.”

Jabco smiled, satisfied. “Tomorrow it is.”

Her phone buzzed again. Another message. She quickly checked it. I’m here. Come down.

Her brows furrowed. “Mr. Grey,” she said, pushing her chair back. “My pick-up is here. I need to leave.”

Jabco rose with her, buttoning his jacket as he stood. “Of course"

The two of them stepped into the elevator. The air between them was tense, heavier than before. Neither spoke, but Lily could feel the shift. Jabco’s earlier charm had dimmed, replaced by something more rigid, while she herself was restless, thinking of Carson waiting downstairs.

When the elevator doors slid open, the evening light spilled into the lobby.

And there he was.

Carson.

He was leaning casually against his car parked near the entrance, head bowed slightly as he scrolled on his phone. The streetlight above him painted his hair in a golden glow, his posture careless but commanding.

As Lily stepped out, his eyes lifted. The second his gaze found her, his whole face lit up,.his smile blooming wide and genuine, the kind that could melt even the hardest day.

Lily rolled her eyes at that foolish, flirtatious grin. Always smiling like an idiot, she thought.

But then, just as quickly, she saw it.

The smile vanished the moment Carson’s eyes shifted to Jabco standing beside her. For a heartbeat, Carson’s expression twisted, dark, sharp, dangerous. His jaw tightened, his eyes burned.

The air around them felt heavy as Carson walked around to open the car door for her, his eyes brushing over Jabco once, sharp and cutting, like a silent warning.

Lily slid into the car and Carson shut the door a little harder than necessary. By the time he got into the driver’s seat, the easygoing smile was gone, replaced with something darker, sharper.

“You didn’t tell me you had… company,” Carson said, his voice low.

“I didn’t know he was coming,” Lily answered, keeping her tone neutral.

“It was unexpected.”

Carson tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, his jaw working. “He looked comfortable around you.”

Lily turned to him, her brow arching. “Are you interrogating me now?”

Carson gave a short laugh, though it held no humor. His eyes slid to her, and for the first time, Lily caught a glimpse of that dangerous edge she had suspected. It wasn’t the spoiled, careless man everyone thought he was, it was something colder, something far more dangerous.

“No,” Carson said slowly. “But I don’t like when other men look at what’s mine like that.”

The word mine lingered in the air, and Lily’s stomach tightened. She told herself to ignore it, to dismiss it as one of his careless remarks. But the intensity in his eyes told her Carson wasn’t joking.