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.

here," Julian gestured, and Aurora walked up to him. They stood at the second-floor railing. Julian embraced her, and they looked out together, the wind teasing their hair, his unique voice resonating in

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

two aged together gracefully. My mother, being the eldest, was expected to shoulder heavy responsibilities, yet she disliked business from a young age and preferred painting. She was also not fond of the place she lived

umbrellas; to witness the vast grasslands, where even after many years, people still rode horses and sang across the expansive

so large that my grandfather's influence could not bring her back. Even though he tracked her down, she had already moved on to another beautiful and magical place by the time they found

asked. Aurora shook 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, but she

Julian said. After chasing her for three years, my grandfather truly let her go. He thought of her as a spirited bird, eager to fly out and see the world, believing she

return. Sometimes she missed home and would secretly video chat with my aunt and grandmother. She excitedly shared her adventures and the interesting things she encountered, while my grandfather listened quietly to her voice in the background. She considered returning home, but feared that my grandfather wouldn't allow her to leave again. She decided to wait until she had seen enough of the world and grown tired of that life before returning. My grandmother

tone involuntarily turned cold, and Aurora knew who

by villains, but in my mother's eyes, he was just a kind uncle. A somewhat like-minded uncle; they traveled countries together, and having a man by her side made her feel safer. She saw him as a confidant, but he harbored vile