My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 205

Her lips curved into a soft, sleepy smile.

“Who are you…?” she mumbled, her voice slurred. “You look… so handsome.”

David stopped walking for a second, staring down at her. Her fingers rose slowly and brushed against his cheek. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver through him.

“Lily,” he said quietly, almost a growl. “Look carefully. Who is it?”

But she only giggled weakly, like a child, her hand still resting against his face. “Hmm… handsome man…” she whispered before her eyes slowly closed again, her head dropping against his chest.

David exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening even more. He looked down at her sleeping face, half angry, half helpless. Then he opened the car door and placed her gently inside, fastening the seatbelt.

“Foolish woman,” he muttered under his breath, brushing away the last trace of her tears from her cheek before getting into the car.

The road ahead was quiet, only the sound of the car’s engine filling the silence.

David’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his eyes focused straight ahead. But beside him, Lily shifted a little, her lashes fluttering.

A soft groan escaped her lips as she turned her head toward him.

“Mmm…” she mumbled, her voice small and sleepy.

David glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Lily blinked a few times, her vision hazy. Then, she squinted at him, her lips forming a pout.

“Where are you taking me, handsome?” she murmured, pressing her palms against her cheeks and peering at him through barely open eyes.

David’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, his chest felt strange, warm and tight. She looked so… innocent, so unguarded. Her pouty face, that soft tone, he could feel his pulse rising, and for the first time in his life, his face flushed.

He quickly looked away, jaw clenching. “I’m taking you home,” he said, his voice rougher than usual.

“Home?” she repeated softly, tilting her head. “Whose home?”

“Yours,” he replied, his tone clipped.

She blinked again, confusion still painted on her face.

“Mine? Why?” Then she suddenly giggled, leaning her head against the seat. “Let’s go to yours instead… maybe we can have some fun,” she said playfully, her lips curving into a drunk smile.

David’s hands froze on the steering wheel. For a second, he couldn’t even breathe. His blood boiled. The car screeched to a halt at the side of the road. He unbuckled his seatbelt in one sharp move and turned toward her, his eyes burning.

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