Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 27: He's Hot

Initially thinking that she would be sleep-deprived, Aurora didn't expect her to sleep soundly. Perhaps it was because she had worn herself out lately. Julian held her tightly, as if she were a treasured possession he had recovered, and they slept through until morning. Accustomed to rising early, Julian watched Aurora sleep peacefully. Knowing she had been tired lately, he chose not to wake her. He tiptoed barefoot to the bathroom to wash up. In fact, Aurora had woken up when he got out of bed. She knew the man beside her was awake, but she dared not open her eyes right then, unsure if he would treat her as he had the night before.

She cracked her eyes open slightly, watching Julian in the bathroom, feeling an almost surreal sensation. She had slept so deeply in his arms the previous night, not waking once, which felt like a miracle. She realized she was still naked, covered only by a silk duvet that lay smoothly over her skin. The warmth of his body lingered in the bed as she covertly observed his actions. Julian went about his morning routine with the same decisive efficiency he displayed in the business world, brushing his teeth, washing his face, and shaving, all in just a few minutes.

stripped off his pajamas! Catching sight of his well-toned body, she quickly shut her eyes. It was undeniable that he was in excellent shape. His muscles were perfectly defined, especially the standard eight-pack abs

hot his body was. The sound of the shower echoed from the bathroom. "Did he always shower with the door open?" she wondered. The sight of the attractive man early in the morning brought a slight flush to her cheeks. She

his status, daily outfits and meals were usually prepared in advance by others, based on his schedule. Yet watching him skillfully pick out his clothes, it was clear he usually managed these details himself, despite his domineering nature. This made him seem a bit less cold. He put on a white shirt, and the sunlight cascaded down his body, making the white shirt glow. His decisive dressing was silently graceful. He

bed, the morning's first rays of sunlight making her skin radiant. As if she were his princess, he leaned over and gently kissed her red lips. Suddenly, he realized he enjoyed such mornings, his woman still deep in sleep, their exchange of morning kisses. This kiss was devoid of desire,