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He walked closer, watching her carefully.She nodded to herself as if responding to something her mother said.“Yes… yes, I promise. I’ll be there soon,” she said. “Just stay there. Don’t do anything rash.”Her voice softened, but her eyes were glossy.“Okay. I’ll come. Just wait for me.”She ended the call slowly and lowered the phone.For a moment, she stood there without moving, staring at the floor, trying to steady her breathing.Jabco spoke before she could walk away.“What happened?” he asked, his voice low but concerned.She flinched slightly, not because of his tone, but because she hadn’t expected him to speak.She didn’t answer.She slipped her phone into her bag and moved toward the door.“Riyana,” he said again, stepping in front of her. “Talk to me. Is something wrong with your mother?”She finally

“Mum, go home and rest,” Riyana said quietly. Her voice was gentle, almost careful, as if speaking too loud would break something fragile between them. “I’ll stay here with him.”She had been holding herself together for hours now. The smell of disinfectant, the cold hospital lights, the endless waiting. Her body was tired, but her mind refused to rest. Still, when she looked at her mother’s pale face and trembling hands, she knew someone had to be strong.Her mother immediately shook her head.“No.” The answer came fast, firm, almost stubborn. “You go home and rest. I’ll sit with him. I don’t want to leave him here alone.”Her voice cracked near the end. She held the edge of the chair tightly, as if letting go would mean losing him.“Mum…” Riyana tried again. She wanted to insist. She wanted to tell her mother that she needed rest, that sitting here all night would on

“Mum,” she said calmly, placing the food box on the table beside the bed. “I brought porridge for Dad.”Her voice was steady, controlled. Too controlled.Her mother looked up. “Your dad just fell asleep again,” she said softly. “I’ll feed him when he wakes up.”Riyana nodded once.She didn’t go closer to the bed. She didn’t look at Jabco. She stood beside her mother, her posture stiff, distant.Rose noticed everything.She noticed how Riyana hadn’t even spared Jabco a glance. How she had walked past him without a word. A small smile slowly formed on Rose’s lips.She stood up.“Mr. Grey,” she said sweetly, turning toward him. “Why don’t we go get some coffee? It’s crowded here anyway.”She glanced briefly at Riyana before continuing.Riyana’s mother smiled politely, clearly aware of the tension thickening in the room

That evening, the house felt too quiet.Riyana sat on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear, listening more than speaking. The window beside her was slightly open, letting in cool air and the distant sounds of passing cars. Her mind wasn’t fully on the conversation. It hadn’t been all day. Everything felt heavy, like she was carrying too much and couldn’t put any of it down.“Yes… I understand,” she said softly into the phone, staring at the floor.A pause.“Okay. I’ll call you later.”She ended the call slowly and placed the phone beside her.For a few seconds, she just sat there, not moving.Then she heard it.The sound of a car pulling into the front yard.Her first thought was simple.Rose.She stood up without much thought and walked toward the window. She pulled the curtain slightly to the side, careful not to make noise, and looked down.Her breath stopped.It wasn’t Rose’s car.It was Jabco’s.Her chest tightened immediately. Confusion came first, then irritation, then

Riyana’s breath fractured into a whimper. He didn’t cup her pussy outright, just let his hand hover tormenting, promising while his tongue traced the bow of her upper lip, tasting the plush flesh before pushing once more at the stubborn seam of her mouth.Every inch of her betrayed her. Her breasts ached for rough fingers; her cunt clenched around nothing, greedy for the thickness she could feel swelling behind the fly of his pants.Resistance disintegrated. With a surrendered sigh she parted her lips. Jabco didn’t hesitate. His tongue thrust deep, claiming the slick interior of her mouth with possessive sweeps.He licked along the line of her teeth, coaxed her tongue into a slow, filthy duel, and every plunge duplicated the carnal rhythm they both craved.Her wrists twisted, not to escape but to anchor. He understood, loosened the clamp of his fingers just enough for circulation to tingle back, then pushed her arms higher so her breasts lifted irresistibly. His palm abandoned her wai