Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 451: Mr. Vukic "Mr. Vukic, the suitcase has something very important to me. Could you share your address, or perhaps we could arrange a place to exchange them?" The woman's voice carried a hint of excitement.

"I was just about to sleep," the man replied indifferently. What mattered to her were probably the cards. Replacing them one by one would be too troublesome.

"I'm very sorry to disturb you so late, Mr. Vukic, but I need the items in the suitcase tomorrow. If it's okay, I could cto your place, and you can hand it toat the door?" What Aurora referred to as "important" was a letter of recommendation. Mino and Julian weren't from the sfield; they were merely acquaintances from the suniversity. Julian, concerned their relationship wasn't strong enough, had handwritten the letter to make it seem more formal. The letter also served as proof of Aurora's identity.

After a moment of silence, the man finally responded, "Cover. I'm at..." When the man gave his address, Aurora was stunned. Could this be a coincidence? The man lived right across from her in the luxurious apartment building.

Even the floor was the same. Aurora rushed to her balcony to check the opposite apartment. The curtains were tightly drawn, concealing everything inside.

"Mr. Vukic! This is amazing! I live right across from you. If you open your curtains, you can see me!" Aurora exclaimed, finding it unbelievably coincidental. They had taken the sflight, had identical suitcases, and now, in such a large city, they lived in the sbuilding.

The man listened to her words and abruptly opened his curtains. Standing on her balcony, Aurora waved at him, a small figure full of energy. Beside her stood another man-the sone from the airport.

"Mr. Vukic, is that you?" Aurora called out. The man stood by his window in a bathrobe. The distance was too far for her to see his expression clearly.

"It's me. You have five minutes. Cover now," the man's cold voice commanded.

"Alright, I'll be there right away. Wait for me." Aurora hung up and rushed out.

"It's late. I'll go with you," Asher said. He had noticed the man in the bathrobe and didn't feel comfortable letting Aurora go alone.

"I'm not a child. It's just across the street. I'll be back in ten minutes. Stay here," Aurora replied, her independence evident.

To her, this was just a simple exchange-grab the suitcase and return. What could possibly happen in ten minutes? She grabbed the suitcase and ran out. Asher, however, remained where he stood, staring at a piece of paper in his hand.

Denis Vukic... Could it be that Denis Vukic? Aurora arrived at the door and knocked three times. The door opened immediately, revealing a tall man in a bathrobe. He appeared suddenly, filling the doorway.

On the plane, Aurora had been too busy sleeping to properly look at the man sitting next to her. This was their first real face-to-face meeting.

The man seemed to have just stepped out of the shower. Water still dripped from his wet hair, clinging to his sharp and defined features. His thin lips were pressed tightly together, and his entire demeanor exuded a cold, distant energy.

Standing in the doorway, his tall, commanding presence cast a shadow over Aurora's small frame.

"Mr. Vukic, I'm sorry to disturb you so late. Here is your suitcase," Aurora said, holding it out. She had no intention of stepping inside. She simply wanted to return the suitcase and leave.

"Cin," the man said, stepping aside.

Aurora hesitated. She didn't know him, nor anything about him. It was late at night, and the situation felt odd-just the two of them, alone.

"There's no need. I'll leave after giving you the suitcase," Aurora declined.

"I need to check for missing items. You should also confirm your suitcase to avoid any future misunderstanding." His cold tone left no room for negotiation.

Aurora sighed. He was right. "Alright, sorry for the trouble." She dragged the suitcase inside, stopping at the entrance. Her eyes widened at the black-and-white decor. "I'll just check here." From the furniture arrangement to the spotless cleanliness, it was clear the man had an obsession with order and hygiene. Everything was meticulously placed. Even the cushions on the sofa were aligned perfectly with the patterns on the fabric. His severe neatness and possible compulsive tendencies were evident.

Aurora decided not to venture further, fearing she might disrupt the perfection and trigger his wrath.

"The suitcase is inside," the man said, already walking further into the apartment. Aurora hesitated but followed. "Um... Mr. Vukic, should I change into slippers?" "No need. I don't have shoes for women," he replied coldly. Aurora frowned. This man was peculiar.

She decided to remove her shoes and walked barefoot into his home. It was better than risking dirtying his pristine floors.

When the man turned back to look at her, he noticed her hurried m appearance. She hadn Deven Brought alcoat, wearing only a thin white dress. Her loose hair cascaded down her back. As she walked barefoot across the room, something about her simplicity made him want to pull her into his arms.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience-all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "Mr. Vukic, please check your suitcase. Where's mine?" Aurora handed his suitcase over.

She wasn't fond of the oppressive black-and-white decor. The lack of warmth made her feel uncomfortable.

"It's in that room," Denis Vukic said, pointing.

Aurora tiptoed inside. The apartment was luxurious and spacious, but it lacked any sense of home. The air-conditioned room felt cold and lifeless, leaving her uneasy. The bedroom, much like the rest of the apartment, was devoid of warmth. The bed was perfectly made without a single crease, more pristine than those in five-star hotels. Aurora spotted her suitcase by the bed. It had been opened. Instead of looking for her wallet first, she searched for the letter of recommendation. Fortunately, it was still there. The letter hadn't been sealed, so even if Denis Vukic had read it, Aurora wouldn't have noticed.

Standing behind her, Denis watched as she reached for the letter. He had expected her to took for her wallet first but was surprised to see her prioritize the letter. The letter was addressed to Mino, but in his mind, it was just another name. How could it compare to the importance of her cards? As he observed her small figure crouched by the bed, an inexplicable urge to protect her welled up inside him. Something about the way she knelt made him want to wrap his arms around her...

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