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 would have

been a good sleep. The thought of seeing Asher soon lifted her spirits, and even the atmosphere around her seemed to brighten. The man, watching her stretch in the sunlight, saw

dress, layered with a knitted cardigan, and simple flat shoes. Stretching like a lazy cat, she exposed her soft waist, her loose

had a

was an angel. Awake, she was like a

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

went wrong, survival was

Aurora, who had been smiling moments ago, now shut her eyes tightly, too afraid

of death. Now that her life was so full

stop," a deep,

opened her eyes and looked at him,

Passengers in the economy cabin screamed in unison. Aurora shut her

the plane steadied. Aurora opened her eyes

eyes wide with wonder, staring

her round, cat-like pupils, the man swallowed but

press further.

on her phone, eager to message Julian. She typed