Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 124 Driving out the Demons

Aurora was lying in bed, plotting her next move, when her phone suddenly buzzed with a text message. A slight smile curved her lips at the sight of the number.

"How's it going?" The message was brief, but she could imagine the expression of the person who sent it.

"Everything's settled. Don't wait for me in the next few days. I'll be staying with the Montgomery family to exorcise the demons." Aurora quickly typed and sent her reply. Julian, upon reading her text, couldn't help but chuckle, but his mood grew colder as he thought she wouldn't be coming home soon.

"Who am I supposed to sleep with if you're not here?" he shamelessly asked.

"I'll send you a bed companion to sleep with from now on," Aurora joked back, grabbing a rabbit plush toy she played with as a child and sending him a picture.

"So, when you slept with me before, you were just my bed companion?" Julian would certainly raise an eyebrow when he typed these words.

"Mr. Barnet, aren't you busy?"

"Busy thinking of you," came the smooth reply, a line only a man in love could deliver so well that Aurora felt her cheeks burning and her heart racing just reading it.

"Miss, lunch is ready. Please come down," the maid knocked on the door and called out.

"Okay, I'm coming down now." Aurora pushed open the door and descended the stairs, where the others were already seated.

Genevieve greeted her warmly as she arrived, "Aurora, dear, come quickly. I had the cook make your favorite braised pork ribs."

Her kindly demeanor could fool anyone into thinking she was Aurora's own mother, a fact Genevieve wasn't naive about, especially in front of Magnus.

It was time for the real confrontation. Aurora slowly sat down. "Thank you, Genevieve."

"Of course, I've always considered you my own daughter. How could a mother forget her child's favorites?" Genevieve replied cheerily.

A mother would remember her child's favorite dishes, but I've always

Genevieve's face immediately. Aurora had clearly done it on

the ribs to Magnus. "Genevieve must have remembered it wrong. Dad loves

is getting worse,"

been thoughtful, Aurora. After all these years, you still remember what I

Mom made when I was a child. But she's no

tone tinged with sorrow, leaving Magnus feeling a profound sense of

pork brought a pang of

of your

the past. Life and death are predestined. Mom taught me how to make braised pork ribs, so

felt his heart soften. "Aurora, you

grew uneasy, and she quickly

rarely helped serve Magnus during meals at home, but Ivy

a pig's trotter. Seeing what each had

shrimp is so fresh. It

worked hard. This pig's trotter will

grew increasingly sour, and Aurora, seeing this, removed the pig's trotter and shrimp

slammed her fork down on the table. "Are you the only one allowed to serve Dad, and we

trying to help Dad. Why

cared about Dad, how could you not know that he's allergic to

felt deflated at

coldly said, "How can you be around me so long and still not know what

"Dad, I'm sorry. It

have broken out in hives. Who would be responsible then? How dare

some soup. You can drink it when