Page 55 of Twin Babies for the Pucking Billionaires

“No problem,” I reply, trimming Snowball’s teeth with care. “He should be back to normal soon.”

After Mrs. Evans leaves, I head back to my office, feeling the weight of the morning’s work and the unresolved tension at home.

Victoria pokes her head in. “That’s all for now, Dr. Chase. Need anything?”

“Just a moment to breathe,” I say, giving her a tired smile. “Thanks, Victoria.”

I sit at my desk, staring at the clock. There’s still a lot of time before dinner and I’m anxious to talk to Millie again. I want toknow what’s really bothering her and I want to help her through it.

The rest of the day passes in a blur of appointments and paperwork. Finally, it’s time to head home.

I gather my things, say goodbye to Victoria and drive home, my mind racing with thoughts ofher.

When I walk in, the house is quiet. Peanut barks softly from his crate and I let him out, feeding him before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.

She walks in a few minutes later, looking exhausted but smiling when she sees me.

“Hey,” she says, dropping her bag by the door. “How was your day?”

“Busy,” I reply, pulling her into a hug. “But it’s better now that you’re here.”

She leans into me, sighing. “I’m glad we can finally talk.”

“Me too,” I say, kissing the top of her head. “Let’s have dinner and then we can talk about everything.”

We sit down to eat, the tension between us easing with each passing moment. I can see she’s still holding back, but I know she’ll open up when she’s ready.

And when she does, I’ll be here, ready to listen and support her, no matter what.

After dinner, she tells me she wants to talk about something.

“Okay, but first Millie, I want to do something.” I lean in and kiss her, tasting the butter naan from dinner on her lips. The tension in my gut coils tighter. Her eyes are soft, searching mine for understanding.

“I want to hear you out,” I say, voice steady. “But first, follow me.”

She follows me to the kitchen, her white wrap dress swaying. I lift her onto the kitchen counter. She laughs softly, curiosity in her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“You’re so short,” I tease, “I wanted you to be at my height when we talked.”

“Chase...” she whispers.

I swallow the lump forming in my throat. “Is it about Declan?”

Her eyes blink in confusion before she says, “No. This is about someone else.”

“Who?” I ask, trying to mask my worry.

“Declan’s best friend, Finn,” she replies, her voice soft.

“Finn?” I echo, taken aback.

She nods. “We had a fling a few years back. I didn’t expect to see him ever again.”

“Okay,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Do you like him?”

She’s quiet for a moment. “I’m still kind of attracted to him.”

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