One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

My mom’s been watching Biscuit for me, but yesterday I dropped by her place, and she said she had enough. She told me to take him, or she’d throw him out, Lewis said, sounding resigned.

Biscuit had already chewed through several of his mom’s skirts, earning himself a stern scolding.

“So you’re saying Biscuit’s going to live with us from now on?” Doris asked, already feeling a headache coming on at the thought.

“What else am I supposed to do? Let my mom kick him out? Look how adorable he is. How could you say no?” Lewis raised his eyebrows, his tone light but clearly teasing.

Doris bit her lip, fully prepared to admit she could absolutely say no. But the reality was, this was Lewis’s house. If he wanted to keep a dog here, she didn’t exactly have the right to veto the decision.

“Fine, you can keep him.” She conceded grudgingly but added, “But he’s not allowed in my room. That’s non–negotiable.”

Lewis said with a smirk, “Just make sure to always keep your door locked. You know, for your own good.”

Doris glared at him but didn’t push back. She knew she didn’t have much leverage here. She was under his roof, after all.

“Are you really that scared of dogs?” Lewis asked, amusement flickering in his deep eyes.

“I’m not scared,” Doris shot back, crossing her arms. “It’s just that your dog left a… lasting first impression,” Doris replied. What she really wanted to say was that Biscuit had scarred her for life. Besides, seeing Biscuit here without any mental preparation left her even more terrified.

“Biscuit likes you. That’s why he keeps trying to get close to you,” Lewis said, scratching the dog’s ears. “He doesn’t think of you as an outsider.”

“Ha… lucky me,” Doris muttered under her breath, forcing a dry laugh.

If only he did think of me as an outsider, Doris thought.

“Hey, Lewis said suddenly, holding out Biscuit’s leash. “Why don’t you try petting him?”

Doris wasn’t about to fall for that trap. She changed the subject and asked, “Don’t you have work today?”

“My grandma’s getting discharged from the hospital. I’m supposed to pick her up and take her home,” Lewis explained. “She wants you to come too. Says she has something important to announce. So hurry up and get ready.”

Without waiting for a response, he walked off with Biscuit trotting happily behind him.

her door, and rushed to get dressed. She felt relieved that she’d bought herself a new outfit while shopping

slipped into a soft, blush–pink shirt dress that fell just to her knees. The pearl belt cinched her waist perfectly, and the chiffon fabric added an air of elegance. Grabbing a small white shoulder bag, she stepped out of her room and

froze for a moment.

effortlessly graceful, like a butterfly ready to fly. Her long hair fell like silk, with a pearl hairpin adding a delicate touch. She was beautiful in a

her, she frowned slightly and glanced down at her outfit. “What? Is something

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into his fist, quickly shook off his momentary

her appearance and tugged at his leash to get closer. But Lewis tugged back and gave

dimmed, and she asked, “Wait…

the leash to her.

immediately stepped outside, pretending not to hear him.

your biggest fan.

the hospital, Margaret’s face lit up as soon as she saw the two of them coming

handle the discharge paperwork, Doris stayed with Margaret, helping her pack up her belongings. The two had gotten along well during Doris’s previous visits, and they were sharing casy,

packed, and Margaret was ready to leave. With Doris on one side and Lewis on the other, they escorted her out of the hospital, their pace slow and

the suburbs, a good forty–minute drive from the hospital. Doris sat

well?” Margaret asked. It was a question she seemed to ask every single time they talked.

of guilt and glanced at Lewis in

thing was, Margaret didn’t know that Lewis was Doris’s husband. They had decided to break the news until Margaret was out of the hospital, thinking it would

her eyes at Doris, her gaze as sharp as

hectic lately,” Doris replied, brushing it off. Truthfully, it wasn’t just work–family drama and endless stress were taking their

your husband, isn’t it? I knew it. He’s not treating you right. The last

that, don’t put up with it! You’re so gorgeous. You can have

want.”

protest, but before she could say anything, her eyes met Lewis’s through the rearview mirror. She couldn’t help but wonder

be.

met him. Just don’t…”

the girls like a queen. After marriage, they take their wives for granted. Lewis, if you ever treat your wife like that, I’ll be the first to smack

no reason. He didn’t say a word, but his lips tightened.

rare to see Lewis at a loss

caught her smirking and shot her a pointed look, which only made her struggle harder to keep a straight