Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The small woman in the car reeked of alcohol. Julian wasn't sure how much she had drunk. The warmth of the car's heater enveloped them, but he was still worried she might catch a chill. He took off his coat and draped it over her.

Drunkenness often brought on cold shivers, so he held her close to his chest. In the soft glow of streetlights filtering into the car, he could make out her delicate, sleeping face.

She was happy, wasn't she? Today's victory must have been exhilarating. Even as an observer, Julian had felt joy for her. These past days, she had been racing around like a whirlwind, handling all sorts of matters.

Now, at last, she could rest. Julian carried her into the warmth of the house.

"Is she asleep?" Mrs. Hill asked upon seeing the woman nestled securely in Julian's arms. There was probably no other place in the world where Aurora felt as safe as she did in his embrace.

"She's asleep. Please prepare a light breakfast for tomorrow morning," Julian said considerately. He hadn't forgotten how miserable she always felt the next day after drinking.

"Of course, Mr. Barnet," Mrs. Hill replied, tidying up before heading to bed herself. Back in the room, Aurora was still fast asleep. Julian had no choice but to play the role of a servant once again.

He carefully removed her clothes and fetched a warm towel to clean her face and body. Aurora always insisted on bathing at night, but in her current state, a bath wasn't practical. Instead, he used the towel to wipe her down, ensuring she was clean and comfortable for a good night's sleep.

As he finished, Julian realized his body had already reacted to her proximity. He glanced at her angelic, sleeping face. After a moment of hesitation, he decided not to disturb her and went straight to the bathroom.

There would be plenty of tin the future. Tonight, he would let her rest.

After washing up, Julian returned to the room and noticed Aurora's phone had lit up with a notification. He hadn't intended to snoop, but as he picked it up to switch it to silent mode, the message caught his eye.

"Regarding your previous suggestion, I've given it sthought. If you want to know about Tina, meetat Blue Rain Café tomorrow at 5 p. m. -John Walsh." Julian knew that Aurora had sought out John Walsh before to learn about Tina. John, who had been closely associated with Tina, likely knew the truth. If he were willing to talk, the mystery would be solved.

Aurora had hoped for this, but she'd been turned away by John when she'd approached him. Tina had likely sworn John to secrecy. Why, then, would he now take the initiative to reach out, unless...

Julian's eyes darkened as a thought occurred to him.

The R family's affairs were still shrouded in mystery, but sthings were certain. Tina had left to protect Aurora and had deliberately kept her in the dark about the R family. If the curse was real, John's message carried deeper implications.

From what Aurora had told him, John deeply loved Tina. At their first meeting, he had even gifted Aurora an incredibly valuable necklace as a token.

If Tina had changed her mind and wanted to reveal something to Aurora, she would have reached out directly. She would not have used John as an intermediary.

This message, Julian deduced, was likely sent without Tina's knowledge. John, driven by his love for Tina, might be willing to betray her wishes. He wanted to draw Aurora into this complicated situation, perhaps to alleviate sof Tina's burden.

John's choice to text rather than call likely stemmed from inner conflict. On one hand, he was breaking a promise to Tina. On the other, he wanted to help her. By texting, he left it to fate-if Aurora saw the message, she might go. If she didn't, it would be out of his hands.

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John wanted to protect Tina, but Julian had the sresolve to protect Aurora. No one, and nothing, would be allowed to harm the woman he loved.

Without hesitation, Julian unlocked the phone, opened the message, and deleted it. John Walsh, you left this to chance. Unfortunately, Aurora's fate is in my hands. Afterward, Julian powered off the phone and placed it back on the table. He slipped into bed beside Aurora, who instinctively burrowed into his arms as he settled in. "Julian..." she murmured, her lips parting slightly in her sleep.

Julian gazed at the small woman who leaned on him so completely, her trust and reliance evident even in slumber.

"Little Bunny," he whispered softly, his voice filled with emotion. "I'm sorry. I worked so hard to have you in my life, and I won't let anyone or anything take you away from me. For the rest of my life, I only want you." With that, Julian leaned down and claimed her lips in a deep, fervent kiss. His warm breath mingled with hers, and though she was half-asleep, her instincts guided her to respond to him.

Her soft sighs fueled his desires. Initially, Julian had resolved to let her rest. But after everything that had happened, his emotions overwhelmed him.

He pressed her beneath him, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her sleepwear, peeling it away to reveal her smooth, pale skin.

The sleeping woman was completely unaware of what was about to unfold. Julian lowered his head toward her.

For sreason, that message had left a lingering unease in his heart.

delete Even though he had deleted it, he couldn't shake the feeling that the future held uncertainties.

He had grown accustomed to this life m with her. The thought of losing Aurora filled him with dread. He had already experienced the agony of losing her once-watching her disappear before his eyes. For three years, he had endured that pain. Even when Aurora had been with Hayden, at least Julian had been able to see her and keep track of her.

But when she vanished at the airport, leaving no trace, he had been left in Q torment. He had searched for her in New York Countless times but found nothing. He hadn't known if she was happy, or even safe. Now, feeling the warmth of her body beneath him, Julian was reassured that she was still here, still his. Only then did the emptiness in his heart subside.

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