Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 110 An Expensive Gift

Aurora glanced at the security camera monitor at the entrance and saw an elderly man

in black, holding a box under the dim light.

"Is anyone home?"

"Who are you?" Aurora asked, puzzled.

"Miss, hello. I am the new neighbor from next door. This is a gift prepared by my master for you. May I have a word with you?" The old man asked respectfully.

From his tone and posture, it was clear he might be a butler from a wealthy household.

"Alright, just a moment," Aurora responded. She had planned to visit the new neighbors the next day, but they had decided to come over tonight, evidently a family that valued etiquette.

Upon opening the door, Aurora was greeted by a kindly smile. "Thank you, sir. This bottle of wine can be a return gift for your master."

"You are too kind, miss. If you ever encounter any trouble, feel free to come to us. It's getting late, so I won't disturb your rest any longer," the old man said as he took the wine and left.

Aurora, holding the gift box, went upstairs, took a delightful bath, and then sat on her bed to unwrap the gift. For a woman, unwrapping gifts was always a joyful affair, especially when the contents were unknown. Even if the value wasn't high, the anticipation was thrilling.

a small ornament, she opened the

master playing at? Was the item so precious that

yet another box, reminiscent of Russian nesting dolls, opening one box only to find a smaller one inside. When she reached the ninth box, she found a box the size

wildly. Could it be a brooch? But how would the new neighbor know whether she was male

the craftsmanship exquisite, resembling the work of a renowned international designer. Even in an ordinary

first meeting and a ring for a stranger? Aurora thought perhaps there had been a mix-up with the gifts. Maybe it was an engagement ring meant

that the seemingly unrelated patterns on the previous boxes

discover they formed a picture of a woman, though the woman's face was obscured by a mosaic

reminded Aurora of the scratch cards from her childhood. Although she was curious about the woman's identity, scratching it off seemed like

approach. If someone

"Miss, you're still up at this hour?" "Hello, I'm here to return this gift. You must have delivered it to the wrong person. This can't possibly be a housewarming gift," Aurora said as she

for it. "I'm very sorry, miss, but the gift was personally prepared by the master. If there's a mistake, you'll need to speak with him. Once a gift has been given, I have

and realized it made

man stepped aside, allowing her through. Aurora felt it was quite late to venture

the box seemed even less appropriate, especially considering the gift might have been intended for someone's girlfriend. Interfering could ruin a beautiful relationship between them, so she ascended the stairs. The villa's layout was identical

from above. Was the master ill-advised to play piano at

his timing, she was quickly immersed in his skillful play. The piece was unmistakably a serenade, enveloping the stairs in a romantic ambiance as if pink bubbles floated