Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

The night had turned lively, with everyone drinking and letting loose. One by one, they all got drunk. By the end, Aurora was throwing a brotherly arm around Denis's shoulder.

"Denis, lettell you something-you'll definitely find Daria. Maybe by this tnext year, we'll all be celebrating the New Year together." "Yeah, I'll find her," Denis replied, his voice tinged with the haze of alcohol. When he was sober, he missed Daria, but when he was drunk, the longing consumed him completely.

Since everyone had driven themselves to Aurora's villa and ended up this drunk, they had no choice but to stay the night.

Julian, who could hold his liquor the best, had to maintain his composure to prepare beds for everyone. If it weren't for these people, he would never have imagined himself doing this for anyone other than Aurora.

After setting up the beds, he cdownstairs and found Aurora leaning against Denis, rambling on about the sfew sentences over and over. It was clear that Little Bunny was utterly drunk tonight.

"I've set up the beds. You can stay upstairs or downstairs, your choice. I'll take my leave now," Julian said, his tone flat.

Though he knew Aurora didn't harbor romantic feelings for Denis, he still didn't like seeing her get too close to other men.

With that thought, he pulled her into his arms. "Little Bunny, you're drunk. I'll take you upstairs to rest." "No! Daria hasn't cback yet. I want to wait for her with Denis," Aurora protested, suddenly darting off to wrap her arms around the refrigerator.

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting letting her drink so much. Who could've guessed she had such bizarre habits when drunk? "Be good, Little Bunny. Daria will be back soon. You need to rest now," he coaxed. "Really?" she asked, her eyes wide and earnest.

Julian felt like the big bad wolf at that moment, lying to her without hesitation as he nodded. "Absolutely. It's true!" "Oh..." Aurora seemed to believe him, though she still didn't release her hold on the refrigerator.

"What's wrong?" Julian asked patiently.

Aurora suddenly blurted, "Ashy's little wife isn't here yet. I need to wait for her." Julian seriously considered recording this moment-Aurora clutching the refrigerator so earnestly.

Asher, though slightly tipsy, wasn't nearly as drunk as Aurora. Watching her antics, he felt both amused and concerned. She was really worrying about him not finding a wife? It made sense for her to wait for Denis's Daria, as Daria was a real person. But Asher's so-called "little wife" was just something he'd said offhandedly once. Yet Aurora had taken it seriously.

Even if such a person existed, who knew where she might be? And here Aurora was, hugging the refrigerator, waiting for someone who didn't exist. Her thought process was truly unique.

"She's coming, too. If you go upstairs and sleep, you'll see her in the morning," Julian said, willing to say anything to get her to bed.

"Really?" "Yes, really," Julian replied, quickly scooping her up into his arms before she could cup with more imaginary people to wait for. He carried her upstairs without hesitation.

Asher watched their retreating figures, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as Aurora continued murmuring incoherently. Shaking his head, he went to the room where he'd stayed the last tand prepared to sleep. Aurora's drunken state tonight was all thanks to Irene, who had stirred up the chaos despite not being able to hold her liquor either.

A few hours earlier, Irene had asked with a serious expression, "Little Bunny, want to try a drink I mixed?" 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! "Irene, you can mix drinks?" Aurora had always admired bartenders for their skills in creating fancy cocktails.

"Of course! I own a bar, after all. Today, I'll make you our signature drink," Irene said enthusiastically.

The truth was, Irene had no experience. She'd only watched the bartenders at her bar a couple of times and assumed she could do it herself.

Aurora watched as Irene poured whiskey and various other liquors together, unsure of how it would taste.

In the end, Irene haphazardly mixed the drinks and handed one to Aurora and kept one for herself. At the time, the men were busy in a fierce competition and didn't pay attention, assuming the two women were just playing around.

By the tthe men turned back, both Aurora and Irene were completely drunk. Aurora was in bad shape, but Irene was even worse, now passed out entirely.

Robert patted Nick on the shoulder. "Bro, isn't this a golden opportunity?" Nick glanced at him but didn't respond. Instead, he carried Irene off the couch. Though he'd noticed that Irene had been less resistant to him recently, there was still a distance between them.

He didn't know when he'd finally be able to tear down the walls in her heart and bring her back to him.

Denis and Robert each picked a room to rest in. They'd all had too much to drink and needed a good night's sleep.

Outside, snowflakes fell silently. Though the villa had settled down after the day's chaos, it seemed a new round of mischief was already brewing.

Irene had a peculiar tendency when drunk, though it didn't happen every time-only unpredictably.

Nick had just laid her on the bed and gone to the bathroom to run a bath. He knew she wouldn't sleep without washing up first, her mild germophobia making it impossible.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience fall for free The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Besides, Irene reeked of alcohol tonight. If she woke up in the morning without having bathed, she'd be furious. When he cout of the bathroom, ready to carry her to the tub, he found her sitting up on the bed, staring at him intently.

To be honest, her gaze was a little unsettling, especially since she'd been fast asleep just moments before.

Now, her eyes were startlingly clear. Nick sat beside her and asked gently, "Irene, are you awake? Do you feel unwell? Want swater?" Irene suddenly grabbed his hand, and what she said next left him utterly speechless.

"Mr. Johnson, why can't I see anything?" "Mr. Johnson?" Nick immediately realized what was happening. Her old habit had flared up again. Irene loved watching s, especially classics, which she would rewatch endlessly.

The first the'd encountered this quirk, he'd almost been scared to death. That time, she'd mistaken him for a tragic male lead and tried to drag him into a double suicide.

This time, she blinked her wide eyes and asked why she couldn't see, her tone pure and innocent.

"Irene, it's me. Snap out of it. The bath is ready. Lettake you to wash up, okay?"

"No, no, no!" Irene protested, shaking her head. "Why can you and her, m watch the snow, the stars, and the moon together, talking about poetry and philosophy, but you won't do the swith me?"

Nick felt like he'd discovered a hidden queen. If Irene ever decided to act, she'd surely beca star. But there was no way he'd let anyone else see this side of her. Seeing her tear up, Nick knew she was still haunted by his past. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1