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.

and rushed to get dressed. She felt relieved that she’d bought herself

the chiffon fabric added an air of elegance. Grabbing a small white shoulder bag,

up and froze for

fly. Her long hair fell like silk, with a pearl hairpin adding

her, she frowned slightly and glanced

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off his momentary daze, and replied, “No, it’s perfect.”

But Lewis tugged back and

and she

the leash to her. “Here, give it a try.”

slipped on her sneakers and immediately stepped

at Biscuit. “Looks like Doris isn’t your biggest fan.

the two of them coming together. Her eyes crinkled with warmth, and her

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

were packed, and Margaret was ready to leave. With Doris on one side and Lewis on the other, they escorted

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

was a question she seemed to ask

at Lewis in the driver’s seat.

of the hospital, thinking it would be better to tell

as sharp as ever. “You look

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

it and insisted, “It’s your husband, isn’t it? I knew it. He’s not treating you right.

If he’s like that, don’t put up with it! You’re so gorgeous. You can

want.”

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

be.

him.

After marriage, they take their wives for granted. Lewis, if you ever treat your

found himself under fire for no reason. He didn’t say a word, but his lips

to laugh. It was rare to see Lewis

shot her a pointed look, which only made her struggle harder to