Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 68 Not Affectionate at All

The sea breeze scattered their hair, her pleated skirt fluttering like blooming gardenias in the wind.

He crouched down, gently tucking her disheveled hair behind her ears, one knee on the ground, the epitome of a gentleman at that moment.

"Aurora, I'll tell you my full name, but not now." Now was not the right time. He wanted to present himself as a perfect man before her.

Aurora, somewhat understanding, replied, "Then you must come find me."

She simply enjoyed playing with him.

"I'll do what I promised," he said with a gentle smile, while she pondered the many things he had promised over the past few days, not knowing which one he meant.

"Then do a pinky swear with me." No matter what he was referring to, she would never forget him, the boy in the white shirt.

"Alright." The boy extended his little finger, hooking it with the girl's, their fingers intertwining once again.

Aurora looked into his eyes as the sunlight bathed him.

In the sunlight, he looked so pure and impeccable. The plain white shirt that seemed ordinary on the son of a crew member looked so good on him.

"Aurora, wait for me." He gently kissed her on the forehead, his lips somewhat cool. Before she could react, he strode away, quickly disappearing into the bustling dock. The mischievous boy in the white shirt from her memories, who had saved her life, however, was just a passerby in her life.

At first, she waited early for him to come for her, but as time marched on and years passed, the playful nature of a child took over, and his image eventually faded from her memory, only to resurface years later when she saw a movie.

In "Titanic", after the ship hit the iceberg, the heroine Rose and the hero Jack found a piece of driftwood.

The driftwood could only support one person. Jack placed Rose upon it, himself cold in the water.

recalled a similar scene from her deep memory, though it had been too long, and she could no longer remember what the boy looked

promise was also long forgotten. He had not come for her after leaving, and she had forgotten

back like a tide. The boy on the deck merged with the man before

hands over her mouth, looked at

much, just matured a bit from those years. If he

that night flooded back. On that stormy night, she clung to

driftwood with one hand, holding her with the other, telling

finger and

turned out he still remembered the promise back then. Aurora loved making a pinky swear, as if

at his long fingers, she slowly extended her hand, their fingers entwined as

pulled her into his arms. "You once said you'd marry me, and I've never forgotten you, yet you

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grievance. Aurora, still in a trance, couldn't help but laugh at his childlike

go of me first? I can

just like this years ago, nearly choking me to death," he said as he slowly released her, looking at the woman who had now blossomed into

the young girl he once knew could still be seen in her eyes, her personality had undergone

didn't you tell me earlier?" Aurora was still reeling from the shock

Three years ago, I didn't tell

the mature Julian,

Besides, she often played house with other children, and such talk

never taken it seriously, so it never weighed on her heart. Yet, he had cherished the memory for fifteen years,

child then," Aurora managed to say,

let you off the