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.

cookies or a small ornament, she opened the

the master playing at? Was the item so precious that it needed extra protection? Impatiently, Aurora opened the

was 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

a brooch?

box, a dazzling light struck her eyes. It was a ring with a large diamond, at least three carats. The design was unique, the craftsmanship exquisite, resembling the work of a renowned international designer. Even in an ordinary jewelry store, such a ring would cost upwards of six figures, let

been a mix-up with the gifts. Maybe it was an engagement ring meant for the butler's

that the seemingly unrelated patterns on the

a puzzle. She pieced the boxes together, only to discover they formed a picture of a woman, though

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

romantic and thoughtful approach. If someone ever presented

warm smile. "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.

master. If there's a mistake, you'll need to speak with him. Once a gift has been given, I have no right to take

then?" Aurora thought about it and realized it made sense. The butler's compliance was impeccable, adhering strictly

him yourself," the old man stepped aside, allowing her through. Aurora felt it was quite late to venture into

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

music from above. Was

was quickly immersed in his skillful play. The piece was