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.

or a small ornament, she opened

playing at? Was the item so precious that

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

it be a brooch? But how would the new

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

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

she noticed that the seemingly unrelated patterns on the

a picture of a woman, though the woman's face was obscured

about the woman's identity, scratching it off seemed like it might spoil someone's

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

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

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

Aurora thought about it and realized it made sense. The butler's compliance was impeccable,

and see him yourself," the old man stepped aside, allowing her through.

appropriate, especially considering the gift might have been intended for someone's girlfriend. Interfering could ruin a beautiful relationship between them, so she

staircase, she immediately heard piano music from above. Was the master ill-advised

timing, she was quickly immersed in his skillful play. The piece was unmistakably a serenade, enveloping the stairs in a romantic