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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a moment longer than she intended. “Good morning. Mr. Hartman,”

She was wearing a thin knit cardigan over her pajamas, the casual combination somehow endearing. “Were you

make breakfast, but the fridge is pretty empty, Doris admitted. “I’m gonna go out and grab something instead. Just wait here

inside, brushing past her

opened

throat shifted with each swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing

down from his jawline, gliding over the prominent curve of his neck before disappearing beneath the collar of his shirt.

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

down on the counter with a casual thud. “I always eat breakfast

her head thoughtfully. “I usually eat at the hotel where I work. They provide employee breakfasts. To save money for her family, she’d always opted to have her breakfast at the hotel,

efficiency of it all. With that, it seemed their breakfast arrangements would remain separate.

Doris added with a touch of humor, her

smooth surface as his gaze

replied with a polite nod.

his tone turning more direct. “Feeling better too, I hope?”

hesitated but then nodded again.

slightly higher.

the reminder, a pang of sadness rippling through her. Memories of her father’s harsh words and being forced out of her home surged to the surface, but

to reconcile with my ex–boyfriend, she admitted quietly, her voice steady but tinged with

coincidence.” Lewis’s handsome face remained unreadable, though a flicker of suspicion crossed his sharp eyes. The timing struck him as too

the air. Her expression tightened as she responded with calm dignity. “Mr. Hartman, thank

wife.” Lewis said, his voice even and composed. There’s

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opening a drawer

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to the apartment. If you ever have nowhere to go you

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second, his mind raring with thoughs. I marred

wondered

live here most of the tore owe the art one’s

he wouldst for stayed the

asked, the question slipping out before she could

my parents, Lewis answered after a

exclusive Suell Hill community in Hamperone. The pending cords and opulent design were

just a convenient

murmured, lowering

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

it off

“Do you need help

still funos right now. Going home would only make things worse. I’ll wait

really went home with her, it would only provoke her father further. The last thing she

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