Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Ivy felt much better after eating the warm, soft dumplings. Her mood lifted, and after taking a refreshing shower, she realized she hadn't yet reached the worst point-there was still a way forward.

Kyle couldn't help her, so her only option was to turn to Paul. The last time, it was Paul who had stepped in and offered his assistance.

Although Paul had severed ties with the Blake family, the saying "a starved camel is still bigger than a horse" fit him well. He might still have shidden assets.

Back then, he had casually pulled out tens of millions, a testament to his deep resources. Now that Zachary was in trouble again, Paul wouldn't stand idly by.

Truth be told, Ivy didn't like relying on Paul. Over the years, Magnus had been the one by their side, even though he had eventually thrown them out.

For twenty-one years, Magnus had treated them well. Ivy could hate many people, but Magnus wasn't one of them.

So, even though she knew Paul had been in a car accident, Ivy hadn't visited him once in the past few months.

Paul was lucky. Though he had been in a car accident, he wasn't left disabled or dead. With Eric and Emily's attentive care, he had recovered well.

Several months ago, when Paul regained consciousness, he found himself alive, lying in a hospital bed.

As memories of recent events rushed back, he recalled walking out of the hospital, dazed, holding Kimberly's handwritten divorce papers. He hadn't seen the car coming.

The divorce papers flew into the air along with him, eventually landing on the ground- just like their relationship, which had finally reached its end.

Tears fell from the corner of Paul's eyes. Dying might have been better. The debt he owed Kimberly was something he could only repay in the next life.

The driver's panicked shouts gradually faded into silence. Paul had thought his life was over, but fate had other plans.

"Dad, you're awake." Eric sat at his bedside, looking at him with a worried expression.

"Eric, you know you're not really..." Paul trailed off. Over the years, he had secretly supported Genevieve and her two children financially.

As for Eric, Paul had initially only brought him back to make Kimberly happy. He didn't feel much fatherly affection for the boy at first.

But as Eric grew up, learning to crawl, then walk, and finally speak, Paul's feelings changed. The first word Eric ever said wasn't "mom," but "dad." From that point on, Paul no longer cared whose child Eric truly was. He treated him as his own, loving him wholeheartedly.

Paul had feared that once Eric learned the truth about his parentage, he would leave, leaving Paul with nothing. But Eric stayed. He never left his side.

"If I call you Dad, then you'll always be my dad. That will never change," Eric said firmly. Though Eric was complex by nature and didn't talk much at home, he remembered clearly all the kindness Kimberly and Paul had shown him.

"Good boy," Paul said, feeling a rare moment of comfort.

Kimberly and Paul were staying at the shospital. For convenience, Eric had moved them into the sroom under the pretense of making it easier to care for them both.

Kimberly didn't say much about it, and Paul, after his accident, cto a profound realization: the person he loved had been by his side all along.

In the past, Paul had only seen Kimberly as domineering at home, always undermining his dignity as a man. He resented her constant , seemingly making trouble for no reason.

But now he understood. Kimberly had acted that way because he was always working late, coming honly to collapse into bed and ignore her.

Her antics had been her way of proving her existence, proving that she still loved him. Thinking back now, her playful pouting and tantrums didn't seem annoying at all-they were simply her way of seeking his attention.

Sharing a hospital room meant the two of them were always in close proximity, but they never managed to have a proper conversation.

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! Emily, ever the lively one, was always telling jokes to lighten the mood. Her sense of humor was odd and often left her laughing alone, while Eric would watch her with a look of mild exasperation.

Kimberly and Paul didn't know whether to laugh or stay quiet. Sometimes, they found Emily's antics amusing. When they were both healthy, they rarely spent so much ttogether. It was ironic that an accident had brought them closer.

Kimberly's injuries weren't severe, but the Blake family insisted she stay in the hospital longer to avoid any potential complications. What Paul didn't know was that this extended stay was Kimberly's idea.

Though they hadn't spoken directly, all she wanted was to be near him.

Under Eric and Emily's care, both of them gradually recovered. One day, Emily had errands to run, leaving the room quiet with just the two of them.

Kimberly had changed. In the past, she was always lively and demanding, interrupting Paul's work to play games with her or ask for massages.

Back then, Paul had found her antics frustrating, thinking they interfered with his work.

But now, he found himself missing her playful behavior. She no longer acted that way. Instead, she often sat quietly by the window, lost in thought.

Once obsessed with her phone, she now rarely touched it. She had even asked Emily to buy her books and spent her days reading silently.

When Emily wasn't around, the room was so quiet that the only sound was the turning of pages.

Paul watched her silhouette by the window and thought of the first tthey met. Back then, she had been a spirited, lively girl.

After they married, life's mundane troubles had overshadowed her charm, and Paul had failed to appreciate her.

When you dislike someone, even the sound of their breathing can annoy you. But when you love someone, ΕΠ even their silence can bring you joy.

If only he could spend the rest of his life by her side, watching over her, what more could he ask for? Paul quietly got out of bed, limping toward her. "Kim," he said softly.

She flinched slightly, perhaps because he hadn't called her that in years.

He remembered the day they first met. She had introduced herself by saying, "My nis Kimberly, but I don't like my name. It's too long." "How about I call you Kim?" he had asked.

"Kim? Sure, that works," she had replied with a smile.

From then on, he had always called her Kim. Somewhere along the way, though, it had changed to "darling"-a generic term of endearment that lacked the intimacy of her nickname. She didn't turn around, so Paul continued, "I'm sorry." "There's no need for apologies between us," Kimberly replied without looking back.

"The past was my fault," Paul said.

e "I've realized that I was wrong. I neglected you because of work,'and i failed to see how much you cared for me. I know you won't forgive me, but I want to spend the rest of my life making it up to you." At that moment, there was a knock at the door.

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