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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Stop daydreaming. There’s no way someone like me

had just happened. She pondered. “Moments ago, everything was fine. So why did Lewis suddenly turn so

morning. Doris woke up early, deciding to

complimentary staff meals, she’d grown

that had tantalized her taste buds the previous night while scrolling

aura of raw masculinity. Every move he made seemed calculated to mesmerize. He was a walking enigma, radiating a kind of magnetic pull that Doris found impossible to ignore.

at the well–defined muscles beneath. Draped casually over his strong arm was

presence.

does he look like he walked straight out of a luxury magazine? Elegant

asked, his sharp sense of smell catching the enticing aroma wafting from the kitchen. “Quesadillas,” Doris replied with a cheerful smile. “They’re

was polite but firm. Lewis had a strict aversion to high–carb foods, and this was no

a generous bite. Her eyes fluttered shut as a blissful expression spread across her face, the kind of joy that could only come from truly

in the way she ate, unbothered by pretense.

really that good!” Lewis

and spices are balanced perfectly. The texture is divine, Doris insisted, practically

“Fine, I’ll try

you a plate,” Doris chirped, rising to

called after her. Just a small piece is fine.”

Her

of a man facing a monumental challenge. ‘Why did

eat now, it’ll seem like I’m te her effort. It’s just

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talk, he speared a small piece

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melty cheese combined with perfectly spiced. seasoning in a way that awakened his palate.

her voice brimming

“It’s….a

to downplay the fact that he

the morning sun, and returned to enjoying her meal with unabashed

the small plate in front of him was completely

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

asked, her brows furrowing in confusion as she glanced

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. The

Doris. There was no arrogance, no

Doris thought, a hint of

into

intruding in your space,” she murmured with a self–deprecating smile, surprised by the sudden change

of this, but since I’m staying