Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 474: Julian, I'm Hungry For two hours straight, Denis Vukic did nothing else but patiently explain things to her. Aurora had brought along a notebook and was taking notes more seriously than she ever had in school.

When the clock struck ten, Denis stopped. "Alright, you can leave now." Aurora, feeling she had learned a lot, bowed deeply in gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Vukic. I'll cback at the sttomorrow." "Alright." Their interaction was limited to discussing perfumery-just as Aurora wanted. She preferred to avoid any unnecessary complications.

Meanwhile, for Julian, those two hours felt like an eternity. Asher, sitting with his legs crossed and a smirk on his face, teased him. "You're pretty calm, aren't you? Letting her go like that, alone with another man. Aren't you worried something might happen?" Julian shot him a look and retorted, "If it were you, would you have stopped her?" Asher fell silent. He wouldn't have. Like Julian, he would have made the schoice. Both of them cared for Aurora in the sway-wanting only for her to do what she desired.

The two chatted idly, discovering they shared similar thoughts on many things.

Just then, Aurora returned. "You two seem to be having a great time," she remarked as she opened the door, spotting them each with a glass of red wine, clearly having been drinking for a while.

"Chere," Julian commanded as soon as he saw her, his tone firm and possessive. Aurora changed her shoes and walked over.

As soon as she was within arm's reach, Julian pulled her tightly into his arms.

Asher set his wine glass down. "Hey, hey, what's going on here? I'm still here, you know. How about a little respect?" "You know you're unnecessary here. You can leave now," Julian said bluntly.

Just moments ago, they had been chatting warmly, but now Julian didn't hesitate to kick him out.

"Talk about burning bridges!" Asher muttered in exasperation, but he did leave. Staying any longer would only test his emotional boundaries, and he wasn't strong enough to endure the sight of the two of them together.

The sound of the door closing echoed through the room. Julian laid Aurora down on the sofa. "He didn't do anything to you, did he?" Aurora caught the scent of red wine on him and realized he must have been worrying himself sick. She decided to ease his mind and gently pulled his head down toward hers.

"Julian, relax. He didn't say a single unnecessary word or make any improper moves." "Good," Julian breathed, his warm breath brushing against her ear as his lips trailed from her ear downward.

Since she was already here, he wasn't going to waste any more time. To him, letting precious moments slip by would be such a shame.

Aurora knew resistance was futile. She surrendered to him, allowing their private space to once again be filled with memories of their intimacy.

The night passed in a blur of passion. It felt like a vacation-neither of them had to wake up early or rush off to work.

Aurora hadn't slept in like this for ages. By 7:30, she considered getting up but found her body too exhausted to move.

Just as she opened her eyes, debating whether to rise, the man beside her seemed to sense her thoughts. He kissed her forehead gently. "Sleep a little longer. There's no need to go to the office today." Aurora thought about it and agreed. She closed her eyes again and fell back asleep. When she woke up again, the clock hands were pointing to eleven. She had slept until noon.

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! Julian was no longer beside her. Aurora assumed he had quietly returned to Clothville. After all, his visit had been unplanned, and he likely had unfinished business waiting for him there.

Though she reasoned with herself, a pang of disappointment lingered in her chest. She grabbed one of his shirts that he had left behind and slipped it on before walking out. "Julian, did you leave?" she called out casually.

From the kitchen cthe sound of clattering, followed by his voice.

"You're awake? Go wash up. Lunch is almost ready." Julian appeared in the doorway, wearing an apron and holding a spatula.

Both of them were momentarily stunned by each other's appearance.

Julian was dressed in her favorite white shirt. Since he wasn't going to work, he had paired it with cropped black pants instead of his usual suit. His black bangs fell lightly over his forehead, and he had rolled his sleeves neatly to his elbows. He looked like the lead in a romantic -except for the floral apron tied around his waist, which somewhat undermined his suave image.

Aurora, on the other hand, was wearing an oversized shirt that clearly wasn't hers. It hung loosely on her, just barely covering her hips, revealing her long, slender legs. Her slightly tousled hair cascaded over the shirt, and she gazed at Julian with sleepy, half-lidded eyes-a sight no man could resist.

"Julian, you didn't leave?" she asked, her voice laced with relief. Her earlier sleepiness vanished.

Julian walked toward her, frowning at her bare feet on the cold floor. "Why are you walking around without shoes again?" Effortlessly, he scooped her up into his arms. Aurora instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, nestling against him like a delicate bird.

"I thought you'd left. I got worried and cto check," she explained softly. "What a silly little rabbit you are. If I were leaving, I'd tell you. How could I just leave without saying a word?"

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! Julian carried her back to the bedroom and gently placed her on the bed. Aurora sat lazily, the shirt slipping slightly off her shoulder, revealing smooth, porcelain skin. Julian's thoughts began to wander, but he quickly pulled the shirt back up to cover her.

Though he still had the energy for more, Aurora clearly didn't. Her health needed to be taken care of, especially her stomach-he didn't want her falling ill again.

"Julian, aren't you terrible at cooking? How..." she teased, covering her mouth as she laughed.

"And you're laughing at me? I shouldn't have bothered waking up early to study recipes for you, you recipes little ingrate. Now go wash up. Lunch will be ready soon." Julian ruffled her hair, his tone a mix of frustration and affection. "Alright," Aurora replied, her lips curving into a radiant smile that was as dazzling as the sunlight streaming through the window.

Julian realized if he didn't leave the room now, he might lose all self-cont and walked He He out decisively, determined to resist the temptation of the captivating little enchantress before him. Aurora felt lighthearted. It had been a long tsince she'd had such a leisurely morning. She got up slowly, tidied the bed, picked out her clothes, and freshened up before heading out.

She set the table carefully, placing the dishes and utensils in their proper spots. "Julian, I'm hungry," she called out.

"It's almost ready," Julian replied as he carried a dish out of the kitchen.

When he saw her sitting obediently at the table, her hands propping up her chin, her face glowing with a bright smile, his heart softened.

She was wearing a cozy, oversized sweater, the autumn sunlight casting a warm glow over her. She looked serene, almost angelic.

Julian placed the food on the table and suddenly realized-this was exactly the kind of life he had always longed for.

It felt like they were already married. Their gazes met, and the air between them seemed to fill with sweet, rosy- colored bubbles.

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