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Chapter 411: A Private Island

Julian gently wiped the tears from Aurora's face. "Go on, take a look. See if you like this belated birthday gift," he said softly.

Aurora couldn't help but think back to that night three years ago when he had whispered in her ear like a devil, saying he would make her an adult. Back then, she had thought of him as nothing less than a demon.

But the gentle man before her now seemed like an angel, the complete opposite of that devilish figure. She nodded, released her hold on his neck, and walked toward the wooden staircase.

The place was impeccably clean, clearly maintained regularly. Aurora carefully stepped onto the stairs.

Julian stood below, watching her ascend. She wore a simple white dress, her dark hair flowing freely down her back. The sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows across her figure.

She looked so natural and fresh, a sight so simple yet so beautiful. His heart filled with emotion. He had spent so many moments in the past watching this same silhouette, convinced he would never have her in this lifetime.

But now, she was truly his. The life he wanted was never about grandeur-it was about quiet, simple moments like this.

Aurora reached the top of the stairs and stood in front of a glass door. There was no keyhole, only a keypad.

"Julian, what's the code?" she asked, turning to look at him.

Julian had already made his way up behind her. Sliding his arm around hers, he gently guided her hand to press the keys.

Aurora watched as the numbers lit up-it was her birthday. "You set it to my birthday from the start?" she asked, surprised.

"This entire island is yours, let alone this house," Julian said with a soft smile.

had a way

moment she pressed the confirm button, the door emitted a

designs that felt like they

all in, a soft "meow" broke the

had thought the heart-shaped island and the glass treehouse were the surprises. But

white cat strutted gracefully out of the room, its long tail

he for

cats. It was a secret she kept to herself. Yet somehow, Julian

is Biscuit. You can hold him or pet him-he's

down on the floor and scooped Biscuit into her arms. He was a Ragdoll cat, with

someone prone to tears, she found herself crying again. Her

his head, showing no trace of

her, wrapping both her and the cat in his arms. "Little Bunny, don't cry. Biscuit is

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sadness but from a deep

friend, a part of her family. Biscuit had

born, Biscuit was especially close to her. He accompanied her for five years. One day, when Aurora returned from kindergarten, she

Biscuit always made it home before dark. But that day, something had gone wrong. He had barely made it

left a hole in her heart for

she learned the pain of loss, and she never wanted to go through it again. Years later, on the ship, Aurora had shared Biscuit's story with Julian while he told her a story of his own. She

wasn't exactly the same as the Biscuit she once had, Aurora's heart swelled. She had never owned another pet since then, but

her. "This time, Biscuit won't leave you. I've made sure he's well cared for. He'll be with you for the rest