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“What are you lost in?”The voice came softly from behind her.Before Riyana could even turn her head, warmth wrapped around her. Strong arms circled her waist, firm and familiar. Jabco stood close, too close, his chest pressed against her back. His face lowered near hers, their cheeks almost touching, his breath brushing lightly against her skin.Her body stiffened instantly.“What are you doing?” she whispered urgently. “People will see.”She tried to step away, but his arms tightened instead, pulling her closer as if he hadn’t heard a word she said.“Why are you so worried when I don’t care?” he murmured near her ear. “Let them see.”Riyana let out a slow, helpless breath.Fighting him was pointless. It always was. When he decided on something, there was no moving him.She stopped struggling.Her eyes stayed fixed on the painting in front of her, but she wasn&

Jabco turned his head to look at Riyana.The moment she sat inside the car, something about her changed. Just minutes ago she had been smiling, talking, even laughing a little. Now her face looked distant, almost blank. Her lips were pressed together, and her eyes were fixed on the window as if the city outside mattered more than the person sitting beside her.She did not look at him even once.The silence inside the car started to feel uncomfortable.“Let’s stop at a restaurant,” Jabco said after a while, breaking the quiet. He spoke to Cristo, but his eyes stayed on Riyana’s reflection in the glass.Cristo nodded and focused on the road.Riyana finally spoke, her voice flat and cold. “Just drop me at home. You can go wherever you want after that.”She paused, then added without turning her head, “Or if you have a problem with that, stop the car. I’ll take a cab.”Her words hit him harder

The door opened just enough.Jabco reacted without thinking.He caught her before her body could hit the wall or the floor, his arms wrapping around her instinctively.“Riyana!” he called her name, fear sharp in his voice.She didn’t respond.He shook her gently, then a little harder. “Riyana, look at me. Can you hear me?”Nothing.Her head rested limply against his chest, her face pale, her breathing shallow.His heart felt like it stopped.For a moment, his body froze, fear rushing through him so fast his hands began to tremble. He picked her up carefully, holding her as if she might break, and carried her to the bedroom.He laid her down on the bed, brushing her hair back from her face with shaking fingers.Then he grabbed his phone.“I need you here within ten minutes,” he said into the call, his voice tight, leaving no room for questions. He ended the call immediately, sent the

Riyana held her breath.“And?” she pressed.“And lack of nutrition,” he finished.Her shoulders dropped before she could stop herself.Oh.So it wasn’t what she had feared.She didn’t know when that fear had started growing inside her, but it had been there, heavy and quiet. Now it eased, just a little.Jabco scooped up a spoonful of porridge and held it near her lips. “Eat.”She hesitated, then opened her mouth.The porridge was warm and plain, almost tasteless, but her stomach accepted it without protest. Jabco didn’t rush her. He waited patiently between each spoonful, watching her face, her breathing, the way her hand rested limply on the bed.“You didn’t eat anything last night,” he said quietly. “Not at the gala. Not properly at the restaurant.”“I wasn’t hungry,” she replied.“That’s not the same thing as being fine,” he said.She didn’t argue. She was too tired for that.He fed her slowly, one spoon at a time. She hated how weak she felt, hated that she needed this, but she di

Riyana stood in front of the gallery for a long moment. People were going in and out, familiar faces, familiar routines. Normally, this place grounded her. Today, it felt heavy.She let out a slow breath.Instead of walking inside, she turned around and raised her hand for a taxi.“Hospital,” she told the driver after getting in.Her fingers tightened around her bag strap. She had already taken an appointment yesterday, quietly, without telling anyone.She needed answers first. Only then would she decide what to do next.The ride felt longer than usual. Her thoughts kept jumping everywhere.The way her emotions kept slipping out of her control. She tried to convince herself it was just stress. Too much pressure piling up at once.Still, her chest felt tight.When she reached the hospital, a nurse guided her inside. The clean smell, the white walls, the quiet footsteps. Everything made her more aware of her own heartbeat.