One year, one love by Aurora Miller

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Chapter 8

Time had flown by, and horis had already been living in the spacious three–bedroom apartment in Greenlake Hill for three

days

The 1500–square–foot home was hers alone during that time, and she relished the tranquility. It felt like a slice of paradise. the kind of peace that seeped into her bones.

But as serene as the place was, it was glaringly incomplete–especially the kitchen. So, Doris had taken it upon herself to fill

the void

She’d gone on a shopping spree, buying kitchen tools online and picking up household essentials at the supermarket. Slowly but surely, the once–empty space started to feel more like a home,

After work, she found herself tearing through the pile of delivered packages like a child on Christmas morning, reveling in the sheer joy of unpacking

“What on earth are you doing?” Lewis’s sharp voice echoed in the room, startling her.

She froze mid–rip, turning toward the unexpected intrusion. “What are you doing here?” she asked, panic flickering across her face.

“I’m the one asking questions,” Lewis replied, one brow arching high. “Did you just drag a landfill into the house?”

Lewis’s aversion to thess was well–known and he had a borderline obsession with cleanliness. The sight before him–a kitchen littered with boxes, torn packaging, and random items strewn across the floor–was nothing short of a nightmare.

He stood there, looking as if his world had been thrown into disarray, barely containing his frustration.

“This pristine kitchen of yours looks like it’s never seen a meal,” Doris muttered with a pout, clutching a half–opened box. “I golta cat. I’m only human, you know.”

Lewis’s tone turned colder, his patience waning. “You have ten minutes to clean this up. No, scratch that–five minutes. If not, I’ll have someone come and throw everything out”

“Five minutes?” Doris gasped, wide–eyed. “That’s impossible.”

“Fine. Make it three, he shot back before pivoting sharply and heading toward the bedroom.

As his tall, broad frame disappeared down the hall, Doris couldn’t help muttering under her breath, “What a neat freak.”

So much for her initial impression of him as a laid–back guy. Today, she got a taste of his no–nonsense side, and it was nothing short of terrifying

Not wanting to test his patience further, Doris quickly got to work tidying up. By the time she finished, Lewis was still nowhere to be seen.

With the place back in order, she decided to shift gears and make herself a decent dinner with the new kitchen tools she’d bought.

enjoy the fruits of her labor. Pulling out fresh ingredients, she started preparing

she was putting the finishing touches on the soup, Lewis emerged from the

tailored suit. Instead, he wore a simple gray loungewear set that clung to his broad shoulders in a way that was annoyingly attractive. His damp hair fell across his forehead, softening the sharp edges of his face. For a moment, he almost looked

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to the fridge, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and took a sip before speaking, “troni deres something I need to tell you Starting Today, I’ll be

Doris Living together seemed like the only way to truly understood wh kind

freight train. She blinked at him, her ladle

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sudden announcement. ‘So much for settling in the thought moerly lamenting the money she’d spent. She glanced at the sparkling new utensils and supplies

have to stay here. Consider it a

we’re married, my home is your home. You can stay here. Renting

his reasoning was sound. She

into my bedroom without permission. And if you need to

‘As if I’d want to snoop around in

it on the table alongside the chili and salad. With a smile, she turned to Lewis

expression skeptical. “Did you actually make this? And is inedible?”

lips curving into a mischievous smile. “Careful,

to say something but decided against it. Seeing his rare moment of obvious dismay, Doris nearly burst

yourself then, Lewis retorted, though his stomach betrayed him with

drained some of his energy, combined with the late hour, his hunger had caught

much anyway, so don’t let it go to waste. Come on, eat.” She handed him

Lewis

his excuse, but the smile on her face

his own surprise, Lewis found himself enjoying the food more than he expected. Normally, he avoided anything

him with expectant eyes. “How’s my

said, “It’s alright. If I had to score it, maybe a six

feel like eating his own words, and Lewis wasn’t about to hand her that kind of victory and let her get too smug about it, fearing

satisfaction.

much you practically licked your plate clean, and you’re still giving it a six?

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fault” Doris huffed, shaking her head. “Since I cooked,

that, she pushed herself up from the table, palms pressed lightly

to the stack of dishes on the table. As the heir to the Hartman family, he’d lived a life of privilege with chauffeurs, chefs,