My Husband's Affair My Anniversary Gift (Lily and David) novel Chapter 222

“If you’re here for your son, then go wake him,” Lily said. Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

She poured milk into the blender and opened the refrigerator for chocolate syrup. Danish loved chocolate milkshake. She made it every morning when she had time.

David hesitated.

“Have you told him?” he asked. “Does he know I’m his father?”

“No,” she said. “He doesn’t know. But you can tell him.”

David almost flinched.

“That’s not my responsibility,” he said too fast. “You’re his mother. Shouldn’t you tell him? What if he gets shocked?”

Lily looked over her shoulder and saw the tiny panic in his eyes.

She couldn’t help it.

A small laugh slipped out.

She stirred the milk.

“Oh. Mr. Hardison is nervous to talk to his own son.”

David’s ears turned slightly red.

“I’m not nervous,” he said, looking away.

Lily raised a brow. “Sure.”

He didn’t argue.

He just stood there, hands in his pockets, trying to look collected.

But Lily could clearly see the truth.

He was afraid his son wouldn’t accept him.

And that fear alone made something in her heart soften, even though she didn’t want it to.

She could feel David’s eyes still on her, heavy like always. She tried to ignore it and focus on mixing the milk.

Her hands moved fast but her mind was running even faster. She was already late for her meeting, Danish was still sleeping, and now David was standing in her kitchen early in the morning acting like nothing had changed in seven years.

Before she could say another word her phone, which she had left on the table, began to vibrate. The sound cut through the quiet kitchen.

She glanced toward it, but David reached the phone with his eyes first. She saw his whole body tighten. His shoulders went stiff. His jaw locked so hard she thought it might crack. The screen kept lighting up again and again from the vibration.

Jabco.

Lily didn’t even blink. She didn’t owe David anything. Seven years was not a small time. She wasn’t his wife anymore. He had no right to look at her like that.

She walked to the table and picked up the phone. David’s stare burned on the side of her face, but she acted like she didn’t notice a thing.

She answered the call right in front of him.

“What a pleasant surprise. Mr. Grey is calling me this early,” she said, her voice calm, even a little playful.

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