One year, one love by Aurora Miller

Chapter 90

Lewis unfadened his seatbeh and stepped out of the caY

As he walked upstairs and opened the door, the delicious aroma of food greeted him

He hadn’t had Doris‘ cooking in days and instantly felt a wave of nostalgia.

Lately, he had been eating meals prepared by top cheft–meals he once thought were delicious. But now, they always seemed to lack something. He no longer found them appetizing.

The aroma in the air stirred his senses. He hadn’t felt hungry before, but now his stormach was growling.

He changed into slippers, walked into the living room, took off his suit jacket, and draped it over the back of the sofa before heading to the kitchen.

Doris had just placed the last dish on the table when she turned around and saw Lewis. ‘You’re here.”

“Yeah,” Lewis responded.

“Wash your hands and come cat,” Doris said with a gentle smile.

Lewis unfastened his cufflinks and rolled up his sleeves, revealing his lean, muscular forearms.

He turned on the faucet to wash his hands. His fingers were well–proportioned. Not only was he handsome, but even his hands were a work of art.

After washing his hands and drying them, Lewis took a seat at the dining table.

Doris was already seated, and the dishes had been served.

She picked up a bowl of soup and placed it in front of Lewis. “Have some soup before you eat.”

Lewis didn’t immediately move. His deep eyes lingered on Doris, who sat across from him. That was when he noticed- Doris had deliberately dressed up today.

Her lightly made–up face appeared luminous and delicate. Her dark brows arched gracefully, her lips were tinged with a soft cherry hue, and her eyes shimmered like rippling lake water.

She had styled her long hair into an elegant updo, secured with a simple yet refined antique hairpin. Not a single strand was out of place.

She was in a white dress with delicate green floral patterns, exuding a fresh and natural charm.

Doris usually didn’t care much for dressing up, prioritizing comfort over style. But she always looked clean and put- together. Tonight, however, her effort was evident–subtle yet breathtaking. Her beauty wasn’t dazzling or flamboyant; it was like a soft rain that quietly seeped into one’s heart.

Not only had she carefully dressed up, but she had also prepared such a lavish dinner.

The corners of Lewis‘ lips curled slightly, his expression calm, though amusement flickered in his eyes.

his fingers around the rim of the soup bowl, masking his inner turmoil. “Is

“We haven’t had a meal together in a

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a sip of the soup. Didn’t you say you had something important to tell

and talk later” Doris

press further.

focused on eating, falling into

cooking was truly delicious, and it instantly

tomato–braised beef was perfectly balanced between sweet and

mentally raving about how good it was, Lewis

excitement.

observing his reaction. Seeing

thought this was the least she could do–to make it up

eating too full, making up for the meals he had missed in

up the table and

dry them and placed them

was tidied up, Doris washed some fruit, cut it into pieces,

single–seater sofa, watching

her eyelashes and met his deep gaze.

“Now we

Hartman, thank you so much for taking care of me and tolerating me all this time. From now on, I won’t trouble you anymore. I’ve thought

only a desolate darkness. The overhead light cast deep shadows across his

that again.” His voice

a divorce.”

Lewis instinctively questioned.

Instead, she pulled out the divorce agreement she had prepared from under the coffee table and handed it to Lewis. “This is the divorce agreement. Take a look.

from Doris‘ face to the bold, glaring words in the center

asked you why. Answer me.” His voice was calm, yet it carried a hidden anger. “If you

she swallowed. She bit her lip. She didn’t want to say anything harsh, but he

fallen for someone else. We agreed when we got married that if either of us found someone we truly loved, we would let each other

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like? Lewis let out a mocking laugh. “Who?”

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sound firm. “Mr. Hartman, consider this my fault. If you need any compensation, as long as it’s within my ability, I’ll make it up

the words slowly. “What a nice way