One year, one love by Aurora Miller

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Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Doris’s gaze met Lewis’s, and for a fleeting moment, surprise flickered in both their eyes

“It’s you?” Doris exclaimed, her tone tinged with both astonishment and delight as she liked at Lewis and the man standing behind him–Daniel.

Daniel, caught off guard by the encounter with the CEO’s wife at Hartman Group, froze in place, barely daring to breathe

“Didn’t you ask where I worked? Lewis’s expression remained stoic, his voice calm as ever “Well, this is where I work”

“You work at the Hartman Group?” Doric’s eyes lit up, a spark of curiosity and admiration dancing in her gaze

Lewis noticed that glimmer in her eyes, but his tone stayed low and steady. “Why? Is there a problem with that?”

Doris glanced at the sleek Maybach nearby and then back at Lewis’s simple white shirt and black suit–a combination! seemed to wear religiously.

Her thoughts spun quickly, drawing a conclusion. He dresses exactly like a driver. He didn’t want to tell me where he worked because he’s just a driver? Is he afraid I’d look down on him for that? This man sure has his pride, she mused.

Unaware of the subtle shift in Lewis’s expression, Doris grinned lightly, her tone bright and casual. “No job is too humble or too grand. Look at me–I make pastries for a living. The upside? I get to sample all the delicious treats.

“Being a driver has its perks too, right? You get to drive all kinds of fancy cars. Not everyone gets that opportunity

Lewis’s brows raised slightly in surprise. ‘Is she trying to comfort me? So, she’s misunderstood–I see. She thinks I’m just a driver for Hartman Group, he pondered.

“Do you like this car?” Lewis asked, glancing at the Maybach beside him.

“Who wouldn’t like it?” Doris shot back playfully. “Don’t tell me you don’t.”

“Not particularly,” Lewis replied indifferently. He had so many luxury cars that he barely gave them a second thought.

But what she said without much thought struck a different chord with Lewis. Her words and demeanor began to take on a new meaning in his eyes.

To him, her casual admiration for the car was confirmation of what he had begun to suspect–that she was a shallow woman, infatuated with wealth and status. It only deepened his resolve to peel back what he believed was a carefully crafted facade.

“Who do you drive for? The CEO of Hartman Group? Doris asked with curiosity, simply hoping to learn more about Lewis’s work.

“Why, are you interested in him?” Lewis’s gaze sharpened slightly, his mind jumping to conclusions. How greedy can she be?’ he thought.

“Just

curious,” Doris replied, pausing thoughtfully. “The heir of the Hartman family just returned and already has people working late into the night. Is he that scary? What does he look like anyway? Are there pictures of him?”

She wasn’t genuinely interested–this was just her way of satisfying her friend Lola’s curiosity.

lips curled into a faint, mocking smile as he made up a lie without blinking an eye. “Short, ugly,

mixture of disbelief and shock.

Daniel struggled to contain his laughter, his shoulders

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go that far just to keep your cover

the conversation. “What are you

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with a cheerful grin. “A bunch of departments at Hartman Group placed orders since they’re working

his tone casual, though it was more out of politeness than actual intention.

run back and forth a hundred times Without hesitation, Doris shoved the bags into his hands, griming as if

the paper bags now weighing down his hands, momentarily stunned. What am I to her? Free labor? While he felt a flicker of irritation, he reminded himself to keep

many orders that she still couldn’t manage all of them.

want to trouble you,” Doris said, feeling a

nervously at Lewis, not daring to consider himself a leader

CEO.

toward Doris with a neutral expression. “Doris, this is Mr. Daniel Gill, the

you’re already the CEO’s assistant at such

could keep an eye on my husband at work. Next time, I’ll make some pastries and have him bring them

to try buttering

think of the proper response to maintain Lewis’s cover. “Oh, no need for that. Mr. Hart… no, Lewis and I are colleagues. We’re supposed to look out for each other. It’s no trouble at all

lightly, cutting off the exchange. He turned to Doris. “Are you done talking yet? Aren’t you supposed

the three of them entered the sleek, modern lobby of Hartman Group,

just leave the pastries at the reception desk. I’ve already informed all the departments to come down and pick up their orders Daniel said with a polite smile, clearly having everything under control “Lewis,

it a day too.”

said, sincerely appreciative of Daniel’s meticulous arrangements. It saved her

her impatiently. “Let’s

with a pointed look. “Aren’t you going to thank

nothing. N–no need for that,” he stammered, his forced smile barely masking his growing panic. After all, the thought of his boss thanking him

unthinkable.

on Lewis, whose face

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kind of quiet honesty that seemed to pierce through all his walls. Lewis let out a resigned sigh, his tone sharp

of sweat forming on his back. He felt like he’d narrowly escaped being caught in a storm, though the tension in

crisp evening breeze brushing against their faces, carrying

to shimmer. Her expressive eyes, glinting with

is such a nice guy,” Doris said, her tone full of genuine admiration.

hardened. “You’re into

me?” Doris stopped in her tracks, blinking in disbelief, wondering if she had misheard him.

glinted with an enigmatic sharpness. “Doris, you’d better

brows furrowed in confusion as he mused, ‘Stay in line? What on earth is