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.

an eye. “Short, ugly, mean, and covered in pockmarks. Terrifying,

froze, her face a mixture of

laughter, his shoulders shaking

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far just to

the conversation. “What are you doing

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“A bunch of departments at Hartman Group placed orders since they’re working overtime, and the hotel

help?” Lewis asked, his tone casual, though it was more out

offering. With your help, I won’t have to run back and forth a hundred times Without hesitation, Doris

glanced at the paper bags now weighing down his hands, momentarily stunned. What am I to her? Free labor? While he felt

more bags from the car. There were so many orders that she still couldn’t manage all of them. Daniel, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward

You’re his boss. I wouldn’t want to trouble you,” Doris said, feeling a

hastily, glancing nervously at Lewis, not daring

CEO.

Lewis said smoothly, gesturing toward Doris with a neutral

you’re already the CEO’s assistant at such a

on my husband at work. Next time, I’ll make some pastries and have him bring them to you as

hadn’t expected Doris to try buttering up

that. Mr. Hart… no, Lewis and I are colleagues. We’re supposed to look

exchange. He turned to Doris. “Are you done talking yet? Aren’t you supposed to deliver the pastries?”

Hartman Group,

Reed, just leave the pastries at the reception desk. I’ve already informed all the departments to come down and pick

call it a

she said, sincerely appreciative of Daniel’s

her impatiently. “Let’s go.”

unfazed, turned to him with a pointed look. “Aren’t you going to thank Mr.

need for that,” he stammered, his forced smile barely masking his growing panic. After all,

unthinkable.

Lewis, whose face remained as impassive as ever.

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quiet honesty that seemed to pierce through all his walls. Lewis let out a resigned sigh, his tone sharp and clipped. “Mr. Gill, thank

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

Group, the crisp evening breeze brushing against their

shimmer. Her expressive eyes, glinting with

nice guy,” Doris said, her

“You’re into

tracks, blinking in disbelief, wondering if

an enigmatic sharpness. “Doris, you’d

confusion as he mused, ‘Stay in