Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 317: The Prisoner

Phil really seemed like what Julian had described when he arrived; he was as energetic like a five year old, despite Aurora thinking he would be exhausted from such a long flight. After showering, he was jumping around like a monkey.

Having grown up in the city, he was used to bustling street scenes, and the traditional architecture of Montgomery Manor seemed novel to him. He explored everything with the glee of a child, and to Aurora, he was just a big boy.

"Your cousin's personality is so different from yours," Aurora remarked again. Julian calmly replied, "It's not our personalities that differ, but our childhoods."

Aurora vaguely knew about his status as an illegitimate child, but she had never really delved into Julian's past.

"Julian, I've never asked about your childhood. Why did your ship sink in the ocean back then?" As a child, Aurora hadn't thought much about it, but now she was full of questions.

"Do you want to hear it?" Julian asked.

"Yes," she replied.

up to him. They stood at the second-floor railing. Julian embraced her, and

resent my grandmother for not bearing a son. Despite family opposition at the time, the people of our Barnet family are naturally faithful. Even when my grandmother had three daughters without producing a son, my grandfather was not harsh on

she disliked business from a young age and preferred painting. She was also not fond of the

where even after many years, people still rode horses and sang across the expansive plains; to visit the foot of the mountains and see the blooming flowers and carefree flocks

so large that my

her head, "The lady was truly passionate. Her spirit was free and should not be caged. She should be like an eagle in the desert mountains, soaring high where no one can bind her. She will live more freely than anyone. Some chase fame and fortune,

for three years, my grandfather truly let her go. He thought of her as a spirited bird, eager to fly

in the background. She considered returning home, but feared that my grandfather wouldn't allow her to leave again. She decided to

involuntarily turned cold, and Aurora knew

when my mother was being harassed by villains, but in my mother's eyes, he was just a kind uncle. A somewhat like-minded uncle; they traveled countries