One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 16

After three days of recuperation, the wounds on Doris’s back had mostly healed..

She decided to request a discharge slip from the doctor for the following day. Although the doctor advised her to rest for another two days, she persistently pleaded for an exception, assuring him that she was perfectly fine.

Seeing that her condition had indeed improved significantly, the doctor relented after a thorough check–up.

The thought of leaving the hospital tomorrow brightened Doris’s mood considerably. She wandered into the small garden behind the hospital, finding herself in a long corridor adorned with vibrant blooms. Spring had painted the world in bursts of color, and the sight was breathtakingly beautiful.

Doris sank onto a bench, closing her eyes as the gentle spring breeze brushed against her skin. The soothing warmth carried the faint fragrance of flowers, wrapping her in a cocoon of tranquility.

But the peace didn’t last. Suddenly, a shadow loomed over her, blocking the sunlight and halting the breeze. Doris opened her eyes to find the person she least wanted to see–Ryan.

“Doris, fancy meeting you here,” Ryan said, his voice tinged with mockery as his eyes swept over her blue–striped hospital

“What’s this? Got yourself injured and ended up in the hospital?”

gown…

Doris didn’t dignify him with a response. Her immediate reaction was to stand and leave, but Ryan was quicker. He gripped her shoulder, forcing her back onto the bench.

“Ryan, don’t touch me,” she snapped, glaring at him with open disgust.

Unbothered, Ryan smirked and casually twirled a strand of her hair between his fingers. “You still smell the same–just like I remember, he said.

Doris felt a wave of humiliation crash over her. Yanking her hair out of his grasp, she shot him a scornful look. “I haven’t showered in three days.”

Ryan’s smirk only widened. “Doris, I came all this way just to see you. So, how does it feel to get whipped by a cane?” His voice dripped with mockery, the corners of his lips curling into a smug grin.

Doris’s eyes widened as her gaze snapped to his face. “How do you know about that?”

“Your brother told me,” Ryan taunted, his tone gleeful, his eyes sharp with malice. “All I wanted was for your dad to give you a little lesson. Who would’ve thought he’d go this far and land you in the hospital?

“You see, without me, you’re nothing. When you were with me, did your dad ever lay a hand on you?”

Doris’s fingers dug into the edge of the bench, her nails pressing against the wood as anger simmered beneath her calm facade. “Stop pretending to care, Ryan. These injuries are all thanks to you.”

“And yet,” Ryan said, his arrogance radiating from every pore, “you still think you can resist me? Stop fighting. In Hampstone, who can hold a candle to me?”

Doris raised a brow, her voice sharp and unyielding. “What, you think you can possibly compare to the Hartman family heir?”

The Watson family, while wealthy, was nowhere near the apex of Hampstone’s social hierarchy. At the very top stood the Hartman family–a storied dynasty with a legacy spanning more than a century, their wealth and influence unmatched.

Their ancestors had even held noble titles, making them true aristocrats.

Ryan’s expression faltered for a brief moment before he laughed, brushing off her remark. “Doris, did I mention that the Hartman heir happens to be a good friend of mine?

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linger. Without a word, Lewis turned and strode hack to his waring Rolle Rogue the cinched note toot the thermos he’d been holding into the driver’s hands. “Get

glanced at the thermos, sensing something was off, but wisely kept his mouth

focus hard already shifted to the mountain of work rating him. As always, his demeanor was calm, calculated, and utterly unreadable–a form of

done some digging into the man in the photo you sent me. His name is Ryan

came from a modest background, which is why Ryan’s parents never approved of their relationship dengine the three years they were

family ally. Ryan’s mother even approached Mrs. Hartman

never accept her agreed to breakup settlement–one million dollars. Ever since, she’s been labeled a gold digger. And Leis was actually Ryan brother

Jake’s car accident put him into a coma. But the timing seemed convenient, likely orchestrated to save face. Otherwise, how would it look if the future sister–in–law had

Not only did he lose the CEO position during his coma, but his girlfriend ended up with his

palpable, his expression practically begging for confirmation

“Ryan’s a cruel pragmatist. Marrying into the Martin family secured his position as CEO, giving him both power and a lovely wife. Gotta meet this guy in person

now matching Lewis’s. “To men like him, when it comes to power, women are just another

Alyssa Evans, announce. “Mr. Hartman, Ryan Watson, the CEO of Watson Group, is here for your ten o’clock appointment. It was scheduled last

Find an

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save for the faint glint of disdain in his eyes. He wants to meet me? As if it’s that easy,‘ he

to approach Doris, a sharp pang of irritation clawed at him. In his eyes, Doris might not mean anything to

responsibilities and boundaries. The very idea of being disrespected

or worse,

being

fury as he pondered, “Doris and I are already married, yet she still dares to tangle with Ryan? If she’s trying to play both sides, then her scheming runs far

he’s still trying to meddle with my wife. Then he shouldn’t blame me when I take things

you wanted to meet him? Isn’t it the perfect chance now that the enemy is handing himself over on a silver platter?” Daniel was eager to see how Lewis

chair, exuding an air of aloof superiority. “Do I

nodded quickly, catching on to his boss’s calculated approach. “You’re right, Mr. Hartman. Best to cool

raised an eyebrow and looked up, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of

idea what he’s up