One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 9

Doris hadn’t noticed that Lewis’s expression had darkened further, a storm cloud settling over his face. She continued, oblivious to his growing displeasure. “It’s great to be rich, isn’t it? Luxury cars at their beck and call, complete with chauffeurs and bodyguards.

“Meanwhile, people like me are up at the crack of dawn, dragging ourselves half–asleep onto crammed subways and buses. Being broke is just miserable. You tell me, how is life so unfair?”

Her words grated on Lewis’s nerves. They struck a chord he didn’t want to acknowledge. “You want to be rich?” he asked, his voice turning frostier, carrying an edge she couldn’t miss.

Doris took a sip of water, as if to wash away the bitterness of her reality. “Who doesn’t? If I had money, I wouldn’t have to do this soul–crushing eight–to–six grind every day. Working myself to the bone for scraps? No, thank you. With money, half my problems would disappear”

In her mind, wealth meant freedom–a cozy apartment she could call her own, a sanctuary where she could finally breathe. That was why she worked so hard, saving every penny, determined to make her dream a reality.

But to Lewis, her words painted a different picture entirely. ‘Is she just looking for an easy way out? A shortcut to success?‘ he thought, his disdain settling deeper. I can’t stand people who are greedy and lazy.

Though his face betrayed nothing, his internal judgment was harsh. “Well,” he said coolly, “maybe you Hartman family heir instead of me. That would make you rich and solve all your problems in an instant.”

The comment blindsided Doris, and she choked on her water, coughing uncontrollably.

I marry t

Her eyes darted to Lewis, guilt flickering in her gaze. She had, after all, once boasted to Lola about wanting to marry the Hartman family heir. ‘How could he hit so close to the mark?” she wondered.

Snapping back to reality, she quickly explained, “The Hartman family heir? That’s a pipe dream. I’m just an ordinary person, and he’s way out of my league. I’d never delude myself with something so unrealistic.”

“Glad to see you’re at least self–aware, Lewis said sharply, his piercing gaze sweeping over her. “Most troubles come from greed and unchecked desires.

Doris blinked in confusion, his words throwing her off balance. ‘Is he saying I’m greedy? That I want too much? she wondered.

Then she tilted her head and asked, “Mr. Hartman, I’m curious. What kind of woman do you think would be lucky enough to marry someone like the heir of the Hartman family?”

Lewis’s reply was as cold as steel. “Definitely not someone like you.”

His words cut deeper than she expected. “What’s that supposed to mean? What do you mean, ‘someone like me?” she shot back, indignant.

“You’re not his type,” Lewis answered matter–of–factly, as if it were the most obvious truth in the world.

“And how would you know that?” Doris pressed, suspicious.

“Because I just know, Lewis thought, though he didn’t voice it aloud.

Undeterred, she pushed on. “You’re not the Hartman family heir, and he’s never even met me. How would he know what type I am? Who’s to say he wouldn’t fall head over heels for me at first sight?”

Lewis rose abruptly, his face growing colder by the second. His tone was clipped and dismissive. “Go to bed. Dream all you

want.”

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crystal clear. He smirked inwardly. Stop daydreaming. There’s

and confused, Doris stared after him, trying to piece together what had just happened. She pondered. “Moments ago, everything was fine. So why did Lewis suddenly turn so

morning. Doris woke up early, deciding to treat herself to a homemade breakfast.

staff meals, she’d grown weary of the

that had tantalized her taste buds the

he made seemed calculated to mesmerize. He was a walking enigma,

perfectly to his athletic frame, hinting at the well–defined muscles beneath. Draped casually over his strong arm was a black

presence.

he? So why does he look like he walked straight

down. “What’s that?” he asked, his sharp sense of smell catching the enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Quesadillas,” Doris replied with a cheerful

a strict aversion to high–carb foods, and this

shut as a blissful expression spread across her face, the kind of joy that could only come

refreshing honesty in the way she ate, unbothered by pretense.

it really that good!” Lewis asked, his skepticism

Doris insisted, practically

I’ll try a

get you a

Lewis called after her. Just a small piece is

front of him. Her

fork with all the enthusiasm of a man facing a monumental challenge.

eat now, it’ll seem like I’m te her effort. It’s just one bite. How bad can it be?‘ he thought.

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a small piece and cautiously brought it to

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his initial frown softening as the flavors unfolded. The rich, melty cheese combined with perfectly spiced. seasoning in a way that awakened his palate. It was unlike anything he’d ever tasted.

her voice brimming with

“It’s….a

downplay the fact

her smile brighter than the morning sun, and

Lewis noticed, the small plate in front of him

out his sleek leather wallet, extracted a black card, and placed it on the table in front

brows furrowing in confusion as she glanced between the card and Lewis.

matter–of–fact, “Since we’re living together now, I’ll transfer money into this card every month for household expenses. If it’s not enough, let me know, and I’ll adjust. Anything extra you need for the house, I’ll cover separately.

arrogance, no strings attached–just an unspoken

Doris thought, a hint of unexpected

into

have to live together after marriage, yet here I am intruding in your space,” she murmured with a self–deprecating smile, surprised by the sudden change of plans. “You’ve already been kind enough

staying here now, consider household expenses as my rent.