Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 444: Fickle Heart

The woman was cocooned in a blanket, her jet-black hair clinging intimately to her face. Her eyes were shut tightly, her expression serene, as if utterly exhausted. Otherwise, she would never have fallen asleep so quickly. The first-class seat was spacious, and the man didn't need to wake her to make room. Instead, he simply stepped past her feet and sat down by the window.

Whether it was because of her exquisite features or the peacefulness of her sleeping face, the man found himself unable to feel sleepy. Out of habit, he glanced at her again. Unlike other women, who wore heavy makeup and treated a flight like a runway, she was barefaced.

Her skin was flawless-white and smooth, with fine pores. Her delicate features were striking: a high nose, slightly curled lashes, and slightly parted cherry-red lips. She looked as docile as a cat. Staring at her serene sleeping face, the man felt as though the chill he carried with him was slowly melting away.

Initially, he'd been reading a book, but for some reason, even the sound of turning pages softened.

After the plane took off and leveled out, the flight attendants began serving breakfast. Passing by, one of them spoke softly to the man, who instinctively lowered his voice even further. For a full half-hour, the woman beside him remained sound asleep, showing no signs of waking.

Aurora slept deeply, undisturbed even by the aroma of food. Hours passed before she stirred, only waking when the flight attendant announced the plane's descent. By that time, the man beside her had already speculated endlessly about her possible story. It wasn't until Aurora brushed her hair aside, revealing her snow-white neck, that he noticed something striking.

Her neck bore fresh red marks-evidence of the previous night's passion. The man's gaze darkened. The marks were new, and he finally understood why she was so exhausted.

Aurora, unaware, had rushed through her morning routine and hadn't noticed the marks. Feeling the man's gaze, she turned to look at him. Her eyes met a pair of sharp, obsidian-like eyes, as piercing as a hawk's. Embarrassed, Aurora quickly averted her gaze.

The man, however, didn't look away. Instead, his direct, unyielding stare carried an air of dominance, as if he had no intention of hiding his scrutiny.

wonder she'd dreamed of being watched. If she hadn't been so physically drained, she

lifted her spirits, and even the atmosphere around her seemed

she wore a white lace dress, layered with a knitted cardigan, and simple flat shoes. Stretching like a lazy cat, she exposed

matter how seductive they tried to appear, Aurora had a natural charm and liveliness. She didn't need to

she was like a gentle, playful kitten. Her raised lips

begun its descent. During this process, we may encounter turbulence caused by strong air currents. Please fasten

on an airplane-if something went wrong, survival was nearly impossible. Each jolt brought a wave

cloud layer, hitting turbulence. The cabin shook violently. Aurora, who had been smiling moments ago, now shut her eyes tightly, too afraid to open them. Her body moved with

assassination attempts in the past, leaving her with an instinctive fear of death. Now that her life was so full of

will stop," a deep, steady voice sounded in

slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, confusion clouding

jolt rocked the plane. Passengers in the economy cabin screamed in unison.

turbulence subsided, and the plane steadied. Aurora opened her eyes again-indeed, it hadn't lasted more

she asked, her eyes wide with wonder, staring at

man swallowed but responded coldly with just three words: "I

nothing. Aurora didn't know him well enough to press further. Soon, the plane landed and taxied down the runway.

came to a complete stop, she turned on her phone, eager to message Julian. She typed