Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 454: He Feared Tainting Her Sunshine Every company has its own architectural style. Aurora stood before a sleek, minimalist building, its design dominated by black, exuding maturity, steadiness, and a hint of mystery. The style seemed to reflect the personality of its owner.

The receptionist had already confirmed her appointment, smiling warmly as she directed Aurora to the elevator. "Thank you," Aurora said politely before stepping into the elevator.

Still, she felt uneasy. It all seemed a bit surreal. Kell Enterprise was ranked among the top publicly listed companies, a testament to its remarkable achievements-especially its president.

He must be incredibly busy, far busier than she could imagine. For him to set aside tto speak on her behalf felt inexplicably strange. Yet, since Mino himself had arranged this meeting, Aurora knew she had no choice but to comply. After all, she had secured an appointment, and people like him likely had a long line of individuals vying for their attention.

Lost in thought, she soon arrived at his office. Gently knocking on the door, Aurora wondered what kind of man this president might be.

"Cin," ca cold, deep voice, one that felt oddly familiar to her.

Pushing open the heavy door, Aurora was greeted by a familiar sight-black. The entire office was decorated in black tones, matching the elegant style of the business card she had received.

The decor immediately reminded her of the place she had visited the previous night-a luxurious apartment also filled with black accents. The office, like that apartment, was meticulously clean and unnervingly orderly.

In front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows stood a tall, well-built man. His back seemed familiar. When he slowly turned around, Aurora saw his sharply defined features and froze in shock.

"Mr... Mr. Vukic..." From the moment she boarded the plane, it seemed as though she had been inexplicably entangled with this man. Wherever she went, he appeared. They had even gone jogging together earlier that morning.

To think he was King... the sheer coincidence was almost laughable.

"Aurora?" His voice remained as cold as ever, his expression unreadable despite her evident surprise. He was a master at concealing his emotions.

Aurora nodded. "Hello, Mr. Vukic. I'm Aurora, introduced by Mr. Mino." "I know. He mentioned it on the phone. Please, sit." Denis Vukic walked steadily toward his desk, his movements calm and deliberate. Aurora, feeling a bit awkward, sat down as instructed.

In the past, whenever she visited a president's office, she cprepared-with talking points, documents, and proposals. But this was the first tshe wasn't here for business, and it felt strange.

"Do you prefer coffee or juice?" Denis asked as he took a seat across from her.

Aurora almost declined but hesitated, sensing that his straightforward personality likely didn't favor unnecessary politeness.

"Juice," she blurted out. She used to love coffee, but after getting together with Julian, he had encouraged her to drink fresh juice instead. He believed it was better for her health.

Unknowingly, she had transformed into someone softer-a woman in every sense of the word, no longer the strong, unyielding careerist she once was.

Now, she knew that no matter what happened, she always had a safety net. Even if she lost everything, the man who loved her most in this world would help her start over. She could either nestle in his embrace as a gentle woman or spread her wings and soar freely.

"What flavor?" Denis asked patiently, a surprising contrast to his usual demeanor. "Mango," Aurora replied softly. Denis picked up the phone and dialed an internal line. "A glass of mango juice." Moments later, a tall, elegant assistant entered, carrying the juice. Aurora thanked her quietly.

She assumed that once the juice arrived, Denis would get straight to business. But instead, he continued working, completely absorbed in his tasks. Aurora could understand-she, too, often becso engrossed in work that she forgot about those around her. Denis seemed like the quintessential workaholic.

Aurora smiled wryly. It seemed she would have to wait patiently.

After sitting for a while, she got up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunlight streaming through was warm, and she inadvertently blocked the light that was about to fall on Denis.

He turned his head toward her, his gaze lingering on her backlit figure. Aurora stood there casually, yet she exuded an indescribable elegance. The sunlight bathed her, illuminating her entire being.

Her eyes were gently closed, as though savoring the warmth of the sun. In that moment, she looked almost sacred.

Perhaps this was why he wanted to be near her. She was like the brilliant sunlight outside, while he had always lived in darkness.

Aurora suddenly sensed a faint, cool presence behind her. She opened her eyes and found Denis standing right behind her.

Although they weren't touching, the closeness made her uncomfortable. She didn't like being so near to unfamiliar men.

"Mr. Vukic, are you done with your work? About my matter..." Aurora took two steps to the side, putting sdistance between them.

"What were you just thinking about?" Denis asked instead, ignoring her question.

"Huh?" Aurora was caught off guard by his unexpected inquiry. What had she been thinking about? "It felt like I was thinking about everything and nothing at the stime," she admitted. Her thoughts had been drifting aimlessly.

"It's about time," Denis remarked, seemingly unaffected by her response. His mind always seemed to operate on a different wavelength.

"Mr. Vukic, have you finished your work?" Aurora asked again.

"No," he replied firmly.

Aurora sighed inwardly. She wanted to push him to focus on her issue but feared it would backfire.

"It's lunchtime," he said, glancing at his watch. It was exactly noon. Denis was a man who valued punctuality, and he never skipped a meal.

"Mr. Vukic, if you're too busy, perhaps I could cback after you're done for the day Aurora suggested feeling it was inappropriate to linger in his office. "After work, I'll take you to meet that person in person," Denis finally mentioned the matter at hand.

"That person? Mr. Vukic, do you mean Professor Lockman?" Aurora's eyes lit up with excitement.

Denis noticed her radiant expression.

At that moment, his strongest m impulse was to pull her into his arms. But he held back, afraid of scaring her-and afraid of tainting her sunlight. "Mm." "Then I'll wait for you somewhere else until you're done."

"No need. Stay here," he said firmly.

He didn't know why, but he just om wanted her to remain her to by his side.

Even if she did nothing, even if they didn't speak, her presence brought him a strange sense of peace. "Won't I disturb you?" Aurora asked, puzzled by his insistence. He truly was an odd man.

"You won't," Denis replied decisively.

"By the way, Mr. Vukic, may I ask you a question?" Aurora hesitated but finally voiced her curiosity.

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