My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 199

When Lily woke up, the room was quiet, too quiet.

For a moment, she blinked, still half-asleep, trying to remember how she even ended up in bed. Then everything from last night hit her like a wave.

Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up instantly.

“David!” she hissed, looking around the room. But he wasn’t there.

The space beside her was empty, the blanket slightly wrinkled as if someone had just left.

She frowned, pushing the blanket away and swinging her legs off the bed.

Did he leave?

Good. He should’ve never come in the first place.

Still, something didn’t feel right. She could hear faint noises soft clattering, something sizzling.

Lily’s brows furrowed as she walked out of the bedroom. And then she froze completely.

Her mouth fell slightly open.

There, in her tiny kitchen, stood David.

He was wearing one of her aprons though clearly it didn’t fit him right and his tall frame looked almost comically out of place as he moved around the small counter. His sleeves were rolled up, his shirt slightly wrinkled, and his hair was a mess. But he looked focused, turning something on the pan with surprising care.

For a full ten seconds, Lily just stood there, too stunned to speak.

David Hardison, cold, ruthless, untouchable CEO was cooking.

It was surreal. The same man who barked orders in boardrooms, who never tolerated mistakes, who always looked like he belonged in a thousand-dollar suit was standing barefoot in her kitchen flipping an omelet.

Her voice came out small, incredulous. “What… what are you doing?”

David turned, startled, and when his eyes met hers, something soft flickered across his face. “You’re awake.”

“That’s not what I asked.” Lily crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing. “What are you doing in my kitchen?”

He looked back at the pan. “Making breakfast.”

She blinked. “Breakfast?”

David nodded casually. “You didn’t eat much last night.”

Lily stared at him like he had grown another head. “And you think this is normal? Breaking into my house, sleeping on my bed, and now, what? cooking breakfast like some… some domestic husband?”

He didn’t reply immediately, just plated the food and turned off the stove. The smell of eggs and toast filled the air. Then he finally said, quietly, “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to. I just thought… you’d be hungry.”

That softness, his voice, his tone made her chest tighten before she could stop it.

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