Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 467: I Missed You Julian met her earnest gaze. "Haven't you already learned everything about my past?" His eyes flickered with hesitation, as if unwilling to revisit those memories.

"No, I don't know. Not at all. For instance, this Daria." Aurora turned his face to meet hers directly.

A sudden fear gripped her. She was terrified that there might have been another woman before her-perhaps someone he had deeply loved. What if the romantic love she believed in was nothing more than a carefully constructed lie? What if she wasn't truly his one and only? Back when their relationship wasn't as deep, Aurora never thought about such things. She used to tell herself not to trust men.

No matter how kind a man appeared to be, there was always a motive, always conditions attached. No one would be good to her without reason.

Aurora repeated this mantra to herself tand again, but those words lost all power the moment Julian appeared in her life.

She began to open her heart, allowing herself to believe in love again. She dared to trust this man in front of her.

In just a few months, she had given him feelings a thousand times more intense than what she had ever felt for Hayden.

Back then, being with Hayden had been like children playing house. She hadn't understood what love or passion truly meant.

It wasn't until Hayden's betrayal that she realized love could be synonymous with pain. But after meeting Julian, those scars disappeared completely.

Love wasn't about pain. Love was about cherishing one another, about treasuring the relationship above all else. She had placed love on a sacred pedestal. If someone were to destroy that love now, how could she possibly cope? Seeing Aurora's serious expression, Julian's lips curved into a smile. He reached out and gently tugged at her cheek. "Why so serious? I feel like I'm a prisoner under interrogation." His sudden playful gesture made Aurora laugh. This man...

"Julian, be serious. I'm not joking. Who is Daria?" Aurora no longer held back. She admitted to herself that she was jealous. For a woman to be willing to die for him, the feelings she must have had... they must have been so deep.

Seeing the little woman in front of him brimming with jealousy, Julian's smile widened. "Little Bunny, are you jealous?" "Don't try to change the subject. Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with her?" Aurora swatted his hand away.

Julian frowned slightly at her touch, causing Aurora to pause. She wasn't that strong, was she? It wasn't like she'd hit him hard.

Her gaze drifted downward, noticing the silk scarf wrapped around his hand. At first, she hadn't paid much attention to it, but now she realized the scarf wasn't its original color-it had been dyed a deep red with blood.

"Julian, your hand..." Aurora began unwrapping the scarf, only to discover that it had stuck to the dried blood. If she forced it off, the wound might reopen.

"It's nothing." Julian had taken a call earlier, changed his clothes, and left in a rush, wrapping the wound hastily with a scarf.

The layers of blood had soaked through, staining the scarf a dark crimson, obscuring its original design. From Clothville, he had flown for over ten hours without sleep, his heart consumed by thoughts of Aurora. It wasn't until he saw her now that he felt at ease.

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! "You call this nothing?" Aurora's voice was both angry and filled with concern. "You were clearly hurt before you even left home, and you didn't even bother to properly bandage it. What if it gets infected? What if you get tetanus?" Julian wasn't a child anymore. Surely he knew how to care for himself when injured.

As she scolded him, Aurora forgot about her own tendency to dismiss her injuries. When she was hurt, she always treated it as a trivial matter. But when it cto him, she couldn't ignore it.

That was the most precious aspect of love-caring deeply for someone else, even if you neglected yourself. Sadly, over time, many people lost sight of that.

"I was in a hurry to see you," Julian said softly, lifting her chin with his uninjured hand. His fingers brushed against the corner of her lips, the very place another man had touched earlier.

"You were in such a hurry to seethat you couldn't even take care of yourself? What if something happened to you? No, I'll call a nurse to bandage your hand right now. I-" Aurora started to rise, but before she could finish, his cool lips pressed against hers. The room was quiet, the temperature outside dropping steadily. Julian had just cin from the cold, and his lips carried a lingering chill.

Though this was a high-end private hospital room, with only the two of them inside, Aurora's mind was preoccupied with his injury.

She pressed her small hands against his chest, trying to stop him. "Julian, stop. Your hand-" He rested his forehead against hers, his eyes filled with an endless tenderness. "Little Bunny, I missed you." Those three words shattered all of Aurora's defenses. During her most excruciating moments, the only person she had thought of was Julian.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerlym waiting for you! For over ten restless hours on the plane, Julian had been consumed by anxiety. Asher's words had been vague and unclear, leaving Julian to imagine countless possibilities about what might have happened between Denis Vukic and Aurora. The unknown was the most terrifying thing of all. His mind conjured a thousand scenarios, each one pushing him further into despair.

Under his gaze, Aurora felt her entire body soften. She let him kiss her-her eyebrows, the curve of her lips.

In the elegant hospital room, the two poured out their hearts to each other.

Aurora rested in his arms, her once-pale face now flushed with a delicate redness, her breathing heavy as she nestled against him.

"Julian, isn't it tto take care of your hand now?" she asked.

But there was no response. She turned to look at him and found that he had fallen asleep in an instant.

This wasn't like him at all.

They said men were always most exhausted afterward, but Julian was no ordinary man.

For him to fall asleep so quickly today, he must have been truly m exhausted. He had been on the verge of sleep before leaving home, then forced himself to stay awake for a ten-hour flight. Coupled with the blood loss from his injury, his face was even paler than usual, his lips devoid of color.

Aurora sighed, exasperated. She noticed that even in his sleep his hand remained tightly wrapped around her waist, as if he couldn't bear to let her go. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1