Chapter 53

Doris instinctively grabbed his wrist and turned it over. The three–inch–long wound became even more evident, with a few tiny scratches around it.

“How did you get hurt here?” she asked.

Lewis finally remembered–it happened when he blocked Sophia’s bag, and the metal accessory on it scraped him.

“It doesn’t hurt at all, he replied. It was just a surface wound, though it looked bad with the blood seeping out; the cut wasn’t deep.

“Matteo’s mom did this, right?” Doris hit the nail on the head. “Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve hit her back for you!”

“And what good would that do?” Lewis asked, looking a bit amused.

“You’re my husband. I have to protect you! I won’t let anyone bully you!” Doris said with a serious expression.

Lewis gave a faint smile, thinking, ‘Her? Protect me? Forget it. He then said, “Eat your food.”

“Wait here,” Doris said as she put down her fork and got up to head for the living room.

Lewis watched as she rummaged through the drawer in the living room and hurried back with a first aid kit.

“Slow down,” he said, genuinely worried she might trip.

And right on the mark–Doris stumbled as she reached the table and fell forward.

Lewis’s reflexes were quick, and he caught her just in time, preventing her from hitting her head on the solid wood table.

She’d missed a nasty injury by mere inches; had it been worse, she could’ve ended up with a scar from the injury.

Doris stared at the hard dining table with lingering fear, her chest heaving.

Holding her, Lewis felt her soft body pressed against his, her faint fragrance enveloping him. His Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

Her softness seemed to perfectly complement his strength.

Lewis and Doris locked eyes. His thin lips were so close to her, tempting her like a ripe peach blossom waiting to be claimed.

For a moment, Doris wanted to kiss him. Like a butterfly drawn to a flower’s allure, she inched closer to him.

But Lewis pressed a hand on her shoulder and gently pushed her away. Still dazed, Doris didn’t have time to react before she ended up sitting on the ground.

back to her senses, and she winced as she rubbed

advantage of me. I

could think. In hindsight, he might’ve

Hartman, so what if I wanted to kiss you?” Doris stood up, smiling

type to date just anyone. I am

you?” Doris taunted, smirking. “Six feet two inches of height, and

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and no go.”

if you dare.” Lewis’s handsome face darkened.

not by his own wife. That was an insult to his

herself with a grin.

up and walked toward her, his tall frame casting a shadow that

him, her

her over his shoulder with ease. The sudden spin left Doris disoriented, unable to tell

his back. “What are you

strode toward the bedroom, ignoring her protests. “Go ahead, yell louder.

her into his bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and leaned down, pinning her wrists on either side

unfamiliar room was filled with his

every bit like a shadow rising from the

in fear. At this moment, she was truly

Hartman, we haven’t finished

read. Doris had a sinking

face nearing hers. His breath, hot and damp, brushed

gasped, her toes curling as she fully realized the true meaning of playing with fire and getting burned.

to begging. “Mr. Hartman, I

not to hear, continuing to tease her silently.

of tears. “Mr. Hartman, please let me go. I know I was wrong. I won’t

hers. “Do you truly realize you were wrong? Are you sure you won’t do it

“I swear I

her. He stood up and,

and sprinted out of the room like her life

his eyes. He ran a hand

into the bathroom.

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