Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 347: The Weight of Tears

Tina was leading Aurora by the hand, a strange feeling since the last time she held Aurora's hand, she was just a little girl, and now she was almost as tall as herself. Throughout their walk, she barely spoke, only responding when Aurora asked her something, until they reached the hotel.

"Alright, I'm in my room now. You can leave," Tina began, urging her out.

"Ma'am, do you dislike me?"

Aurora asked, blinking her large eyes. Even if the woman in front of her wasn't her mother, she seemed to have a cold exterior but a warm heart.

From beginning to end, she had only gently held her hand, careful as if afraid to touch her wounds. People are wonderfully complex. The lady seemed as cold as ice, but inside, she was incredibly soft.

"Not at all, I'm just tired today and want to rest early," Tina replied expressionlessly. "Ma'am, I didn't mean to bother you, I just want to look around," Aurora pleaded. "I'll take a quick look and then leave."

Though Tina didn't see what was so interesting about a hotel room, the girl was insistent and wouldn't leave, so she let her in. She stayed in a presidential suite, extremely luxurious and spacious, with the balcony door open and the curtains fluttering in the wind, giving the entire room a romantic atmosphere.

"It's just a fancier room than others, nothing special," Aurora felt, wondering if it felt warmer because Tina was staying there.

"Look around then, I'm going to take a shower," Tina decided to ignore her, expecting Aurora to leave out of boredom eventually.

"Ma'am, should we ask Miss Montgomery to leave?"

whispered Erica.

"No need, go rest. She'll leave when she gets bored," Tina instructed.

"Yes, ma'am," Erica replied, and moved into the adjacent room with the bodyguard.

After her shower, Tina scanned the room and didn't see Aurora-she must have left, she thought. Yet, she felt an unexplained sense of loss. Turning around, she saw Aurora asleep on the couch, a wry, helpless smile forming on her lips. How could this girl feel so secure as to fall asleep in a stranger's room?

A shallow smile lingered on Aurora's lips, perhaps dreaming something pleasant. Tina noticed her hand wrapped in a bandage, a faint stain of blood marking the fabric. Instead of resting, Tina fetched the first aid kit, carefully unwrapped Aurora's bandage, and upon seeing the long wound in her palm, her eyes moistened.

The wound was on Aurora, but the pain was in her heart-such a long scar must hurt. She gently re-applied the ointment to the wound. Aurora frowned in her sleep but did not wake.

Tina could not bear to wake her up. She fetched a blanket from the bed and, kneeling beside her, removed her

the TV, and Tina would then remove her shoes and cover her with a small

little girl had grown up. Tina stroked her cheek. Involuntarily, Aurora grasped her hand

realized Aurora hadn't woken up;

silently, filled

open Aurora's hand, turned off the living room light, and returned to

opened her

my mother,

bedroom door

had her

approach to ask anything, just returned to the couch, at least now certain of one

it was still unknown, but as long as her mother

she received a call from Susan, "Aurora,

come over

all; after so many years, why cling

for uninterrupted enjoyment. The next

actually come. It was too late to take back the

hung up somewhat displeased, thinking it might be time to

covers and spotted Tina, in pajamas, at the doorway, "Ma'am, I'm sorry, I was so tired last night, I fell

she had been pretending

are

was still distant, and if not for her tears the previous night,

to bother

dressed

slightly wrinkled evening gown. It would be

you have any

of clothes, "We're about the same size, you can wear

kind. May I use