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.

small ornament, she opened the box to find yet another box

playing at? Was the item so precious that it needed

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 the size of a jewelry case. Surely, there couldn't

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

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 alone one designed by a

Aurora thought perhaps there had been a mix-up with the

was about to repackage the ring when she noticed that the seemingly unrelated patterns on the

discover they formed a picture of a woman, though the woman's face

of the scratch cards from her childhood. Although she was curious about the woman's identity, scratching it off seemed like it might spoil someone's grand

romantic and thoughtful approach. If someone ever presented her a gift in such a

and headed next door. The butler, who answered the door, greeted her with a warm smile. "Miss, you're still up at this hour?" "Hello, I'm here to return this gift. You

"I'm very sorry, miss, but the gift was personally prepared by the master. If there's a mistake,

it and realized it made sense. The butler's compliance was impeccable, adhering strictly

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

holding onto 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

from above. Was the master ill-advised to play

questioned 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