One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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Doris could clearly see every single one of Lewis’s long, thick fashes, ach one casting a faint shadow wine is shuurge

cheekbones

She had just stepped out of the shower. Her faint floral fragrance lingered in the air, drifting toward Lewis and wrapping itself around him like an invisible thread

Lewis suddenly froze, the hand holding the cotton swab suspended mid–air His lashes fluttered slightly as he glanced unge at her, his gaze meeting hers.

Doris, caught off guard by his penetrating look, felt her composure crumble. Her cheeks, already flushed, deepened in color until they seemed to burn.

Realizing something, Lewis abruptly drew back, breaking the moment. “Can you manage the rest yourself? I still need to wash

my glass,” he said, his tone casual but slightly stilted.

“Y–yes, I can,” Doris stammered, hurriedly taking the cotton swab from his hand. “You go ahead. I’ll head to my room now Good night”

Hastily gathering the ice pack, ointment, and cotton swab, she turned and all but fled the room.

Lewis watched her retreating figure, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Doris made it a few steps down the hall before stopping in her tracks. She frowned slightly, biting her lip as though steeling herself for something. Finally, she turned back and asked hesitantly, “W–which room should I sleep in?”

Lewis’s response was immediate, calm. “First door on the left.”

“Thank you,” she murmured, nodding quickly before disappearing into the room.

Later that night, Doris lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Exhaustion weighed heavy on her, but sleep cluded her. She tossed and turned, unable to settle.

Maybe it was because the bed was unfamiliar, or perhaps the whirlwind of worries that had been plaguing her lately was finally catching up to her.

Frustrated, she kicked at the blanket a couple of times, then pulled it over her head in a huff. Just count sheep,‘ she thought to herself firmly. She lost track somewhere around the hundredth sheep, her consciousness finally drifting into slumber.

When Doris opened her eyes again, sunlight was already streaming through the curtains. A glance at the clock revealed it was well past 7 a.m., and she bolted out of bed, quickly washing up before heading to the kitchen.

Opening the refrigerator, she found it almost entirely barren–just a few bottles of water, two eggs, and a lone tomato. She stared at the sparse contents, her plans to make Lewis breakfast as a small way of thanking him crumbling in an instant,

With a sigh, she decided her only option was to grab something from the shops outside the complex.

Just as she reached for the door handle, it turned on its own and swung inward.

Standing in the doorway was Lewis, dressed in a lightweight gray tracksuit that hugged his athletic frame. The fabric stretched over his broad shoulders and tapered down to his lean, powerful legs, every inch exuding masculine strength.

His skin glistened faintly, a sheen of sweat evidence of his morning workout. Each bead of sweat seemed to emphasize his discipline and maturity, catching the morning light as they rolled over his defined jawline.

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eyes lingering for just a moment longer than she intended. “Good morning. Mr. Hartman,” she greeted, her voice a touch flustered

cardigan over her pajamas,

admitted. “I’m gonna go

brushing past her as he headed toward the kitchen.

ease of his movements. He opened

a long drink. The muscles in his throat shifted with each swallow, his Adam’s apple

prominent curve of his neck before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

the Kitchen and stood hesitantly by the island counter. “Mr. Hartman, aren’t you having breakfast?

the half–empty bottle of water down on the counter with a casual thud. “I always eat breakfast

provide employee breakfasts. To save money for her family,

raised an eyebrow, seeming amused. “Convenient.” He appreciated the efficiency of it all. With that, it seemed their breakfast arrangements

Doris added with a touch of humor, her smile

as his gaze flickered to

replied with a

turning more direct. “Feeling better

but then nodded

slightly higher. “So,

reminder, a pang of sadness rippling through her. Memories of her father’s harsh words and being forced out

her voice steady but tinged with bitterness. I refused, and

crossed his sharp eyes. The timing struck him as too coincidental–marrying him one day and being kicked out the next.

in his tone, the unspoken doubt lingering in the air. Her expression tightened as she responded with calm dignity. “Mr. Hartman, thank you for taking me in for the night. I won’t trouble you again.”

my wife.” Lewis said, his voice even and composed. There’s no such thing as

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paused for a second, his mind raring with thoughs. I marred by Howend hyd

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asked, the question slipping

with my parents, Lewis answered after a

one of the estates within the exclusive Suell Hill community in Hamperone. The pending

in Greenlake Hill was just a convenient

Doris murmured, lowering her gaze.

Is she disappointed I don’t stay here? Lewis thought, the Beeting

it off

change the subject, he asked, “Do you need help

still funos right now. Going home would only make things

Lewis really went home with her, it would only provoke her father further. The

Doris’s decision and didn’t press the matter further. He simply went back to his room to