Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Aurora sat quietly in Nick's car. She glanced at him, wanting to say something, but lacked the courage to speak. His cold, expressionless face made her hesitate.

She thought to herself, Julian is already back. I'll explain everything to him when he returns.

Nick sat like a statue of ice, his face indifferent and silent. Aurora, feeling unwell, closed her eyes to rest. Nick couldn't help but think about Kyle Raymond-something about him seemed off. He wasn't acting like his usual self.

Today, Kyle had been unexpectedly gentle with Aurora. From her reactions, it didn't seem like he'd harmed her in any way. But then, why had he spouted those lies in front of Julian? Was he genuine, or was it all a ploy? Instead of taking Aurora home, Nick decided to bring her temporarily to Irene's apartment. When they arrived, he noticed Aurora had already passed out. He reached out to feel her forehead-it was burning hot.

"She's still running a fever," Nick muttered. Kyle Raymond's words cback to him- Aurora had been feverish all day and hadn't recovered.

It wasn't that Nick was indifferent toward Aurora; it was simply that his heart belonged to Irene. If Irene had been the one injured and feverish, he would have noticed immediately. It was the swith Julian-he was cold to all women except the one he loved.

Aurora was rushed to the hospital. This time, she didn't wake up. Her fever was mild but persistent. For the first tin his life, Nick found himself caring for a woman other than Irene. He stayed by her side all night, sitting on the couch, but his thoughts were elsewhere-back in Irene's apartment.

Is she awake yet? By dawn, Aurora's fever had subsided, though she still hadn't regained consciousness. Julian's plane had just landed. The very moment he turned his phone back on, he called Nick.

The flight had been torturous for Julian. He'd spent the entire journey worrying about Aurora, plagued by thoughts of what might have happened to her.

"How is she?" Julian demanded the second Nick answered.

"She's fine. Don't worry. I'm at the hospital. Chere." Nick kept his words brief, knowing Julian's anxiety wouldn't allow for unnecessary explanations.

Julian rushed to the hospital. The moment he saw Aurora lying on the bed, he stormed to her side like a predator attacking its prey.

"Relax," Nick said from behind him. "Kyle Raymond didn't harm her. She's just sick with a fever. He took her back to his villa for treatment. I had the doctor examine her-there are no injuries or signs of... anything else." Nick paused, his voice steady but firm. "I wanted to be sure he hadn't done something despicable while she was unconscious. The doctor confirmed she's unharmed." Julian's clenched fists loosened slightly, but his voice was still tense. "Why did she leave with Kyle Raymond in the first place?" "That, I don't know. She was already unconscious when I picked her up. She's still not awake. I suggest you wait here. I stayed up all night, so I'll leave her in your hands." Nick grabbed his coat and prepared to leave.

"Nick, thank you for helping this time. Really," Julian said, his voice sincere. He knew that without Nick-someone equally formidable-Kyle Raymond wouldn't have let Aurora go so easily.

"There's no need for thanks between us. Take good care of her." With that, Nick walked out.

Julian turned his attention back to the bed. Aurora, still asleep, stirred slightly. Perhaps it was the cold demeanor radiating from Julian that woke her.

Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a weak, dazed expression. The first thing she saw was Julian's disheveled figure, his face etched with exhaustion and worry.

"Julian, you're back?" she croaked, her voice hoarse and rough like a duck's quack.

"Aurora, I'm sorry. I didn't take good care of you," Julian said, pulling her into his arms. He buried his face in her neck, his stubble scratching her skin.

She winced slightly. When had this man ever looked so worn out? "Julian, it's my fault. I didn't tell you where I was going and made you worry," she whispered, wrapping her arms around him in return.

"Why would you get involved with someone like Kyle Raymond? Why get in his car? Don't you know how dangerous he is?" Julian tightened his hold on her as if afraid she'd disappear if he let go.

"Julian, he has resources that could helpexpand into the European market. We were meeting to discuss a collaboration. He didn't do anything to me. We talked about a preliminary plan, and he was going to takehome. I passed out in his car because of my fever." "I don't care what he did or didn't do. From now on, you're not allowed to deal with him. Do you know how worried I was?" Julian's voice was filled with pain.

"I'm sorry, Julian. This won't happen again. I didn't expect this fever to hitso hard." "Don't apologize. It's my fault-I should've taken better care of you. From now on, I'm not going anywhere. I'll stay by your side." Julian's guilt was evident. He blamed himself for not being there when she needed him most.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience Tall for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Sensing his distress, Aurora quickly changed the subject. "Julian, I'm so thirsty. Could you getswater?" Her throat felt like it was tearing apart. "Of course." Julian hurried to pour her a glass of water. Watching his hurried, disheveled figure filled Aurora's heart with warmth.

Meanwhile, Nick drove back to Irene's villa, bringing along her favorite m porridge. Though ough she was always stubborn about her preferences, Nick knew her tastes hadn't changed. When he entered the room, he found Irene still sound asleep. It made sense-she'd drunk so much last night, and she always loved sleeping in.

Placing the breakfast aside, Nick removed his coat. He was tired, o'm having stayed up all night. He knew Irene's rules well-she wouldn't let him near her bed unless he'd showered. So, he headed to the bathroom. The sound of running water woke Irene. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Nick stepping out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped loosely around his waist.

Droplets of water ran down his chest, tracing the lines of his perfectly sculpted body. His physique was flawless, like a marble statue in an artist's studio.

The sight left Irene momentarily dazed. Am I dreaming? "Good morning, Irene," Nick greeted as he walked toward her. His voice was low and magnetic as he leaned down to brush a kiss against her lips.

Still groggy from sleep and perhaps a little bewitched, Irene didn't push him away.

Nick hadn't intended for more than a light kiss. But when she didn't resist, he deepened the kiss, his lips and tongue exploring further.

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