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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the enemy and raking some the fairly bone and I rea family is on the guest list. I was planning to introduce you to his hot

her

pity, he added, “If your beg me, for I might

lips. “You want me in beg

on his lips replaced by a chilling ear Brake This time on the same says to guess what it’ll be next time? Cross me again, and there won’t be anyone

a a

letter Ryan had sent to Doris’s parents was warring, threer writer noms of hey the the eyes the rebellious, and rebellion had to

being lonely okerred from nearby tree, Lewis took

Sonding the date of or fed on

Rogue the cinched note toot the thermos he’d been holding into the driver’s hands. “Get rid of it,” he redend

sensing something was off, but

hard already shifted to the mountain of

his assistant, stepped in and reponed eagerly. Me Hat I’ve done some digging into the man in the photo you sent me.

a modest background, which is why Ryan’s parents never approved of their relationship dengine the

and their long–time family ally. Ryan’s mother even approached Mrs. Hartman personally to pressure her into ending

added, “Word in the circle is that Mrs. Hartman, realizing the Watson family would never accept her agreed to breakup settlement–one million dollars. Ever

him into a coma. But the timing seemed convenient, likely orchestrated to save face. Otherwise, how would it look if the

sighed dramatically, shaking his head, “Poor Jake. Not only did he lose the CEO position during his coma, but his girlfriend ended up with his

for confirmation that the world hadn’t

of his lips curling into a faint, sardonic smile. “Ryan’s a cruel pragmatist. Marrying into the Martin family secured

like him, when it comes

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

Find an excuse

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in his chair, his expression unreadable save for the faint glint of disdain in his

the hospital garden, where Ryan had dared to approach Doris, a sharp pang of irritation clawed at

came with responsibilities and boundaries. The very idea of being disrespected by her actions, or v cheated

or worse,

being

a storm of disdain and calculated 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 deeper than

for Ryan, he is already engaged to another woman, yet he’s still trying to meddle with my wife. Then he shouldn’t blame me when I take things to the next

Isn’t it the perfect chance now that the enemy is handing himself over on a

superiority. “Do I

his boss’s calculated approach. “You’re right, Mr. Hartman. Best to

looked up, a cryptic smile playing at the corners of his

anticipation. Ryan has no idea what he’s up against. This