All Chapters of THE BILLIONAIRE’S DOG SITTER: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The rest of the morning passed peacefully.For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t overthinking Jason, Pamela, or the awkward situation I’d somehow found myself in.Instead, I was outside in the mansion’s sprawling garden with Max.“Ready?”I held up his favorite yellow tennis ball.His ears perked up instantly. His tail wagged so hard that his entire body seemed to wiggle with excitement.I laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes.”I threw the ball as far as I could.Max shot across the perfectly trimmed lawn like a furry rocket, disappearing between the rows of colorful flowers before emerging triumphantly with the ball clamped between his teeth.He ran back toward me, tongue hanging out happily.“Good boy!” I squealed.I scratched behind his ears before throwing the ball again.The fresh morning breeze carried the scent of blooming roses through the garden.Birds chirped from nearby trees, and the sound of the fountain trickling nearby made everything feel peaceful.I hadn

By late morning, the mansion had settled into a comfortable rhythm.The laughter from the living room had died down, replaced by the soft sound of conversation and the occasional bark from Max as he wandered from one room to another.I was helping Jeffery arrange plates in the dining room when he looked at me with an approving smile.“You’ve become quite familiar with this kitchen.”I laughed softly as I placed another stack of neatly folded napkins on the table.“I had no choice. Max refuses to let me forget breakfast.”Jeffery chuckled. “That dog has an appetite larger than his body.”“Tell me about it.” I rolled my eyes, and we both laughed.The dining table looked elegant, just as everything else in the mansion did.Fresh flowers decorated the center.Silver cutlery reflected the sunlight pouring through the tall windows.The aroma of roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, grilled vegetables and freshly baked bread filled the room.“I’ll bring the juice,” Jeffery said.“I’ll get the gl

Night had quietly settled over the Wilberg mansion.The grand hallways, so lively during the day, were now wrapped in silence. The chandeliers had been dimmed, and the only sounds drifting through the estate were the distant chirping of crickets outside and Max’s gentle snoring at the foot of my bed.I had already changed into my pajamas.The events of the afternoon refused to leave my mind.Vanessa’s words, Pamela’s outburst, and Jason’s apology.Everything seemed so… complicated.I switched off the bedside lamp and slipped beneath the duvet, hoping sleep would finally silence the endless thoughts running through my head.Just as I closed my eyes, I heard a loud bang on my door.Knock. Knock.I frowned. Who could that be at this hour?The knock came again, softer this time.I climbed out of bed and walked toward the door. The moment I pulled it open, my heart skipped.Pamela stood outside.She wasn’t dressed in one of her elegant evening gowns or expensive silk robes. Instead, she wo

I busied myself with preparing Max’s breakfast, but my mind was nowhere near the kitchen.Every time I poured kibble into his bowl, Jason’s words echoed in my head.“Stop poking your nose into things that don’t concern you.”I frowned. The nerve of that man!After everything Pamela had told me the previous night, I couldn’t understand how he still managed to act as though nothing had happened.Max barked impatiently, snapping me out of my thoughts.“I know, I know,” I sighed, placing his bowl on the floor.He immediately buried his face in it, wagging his tail so hard that it almost knocked into one of the cabinets.At least someone in this house knew how to appreciate breakfast.I smiled faintly before reaching for a damp cloth to wipe the kitchen counter.The mansion was quiet again. Too quiet.As I cleaned absentmindedly, footsteps approached behind me.“Good morning, Miss Clare.”I turned to see Jeffery entering with his usual warm smile.He carried a basket of freshly baked bread

The walk home felt longer than it ever had before.The envelope in my hand felt heavier than my suitcase.Every few minutes, I caught myself glancing behind me, almost expecting someone to call my name but no one did.The Wilberg mansion slowly disappeared from view, but somehow, it still occupied my thoughts.Max’s desperate whines, Mr. Jeffery’s promise, and Jason standing behind that bedroom window.I squeezed my eyes shut.No. I wasn’t going to think about him anymore. Not after what had happened.By the time I reached our apartment building, my feet ached from walking, and my head pounded from crying.I climbed the familiar staircase, stopping outside our door for a moment.Everything looked exactly the same.The faded blue paint, the tiny flowerpot Mom had insisted on keeping outside, the old welcome mat with one corner peeling away.It was home. Yet somehow…It felt different.I pushed the door open.“Mom ?”“I’m in the kitchen,” she called cheerfully.The smell of stew drifted