Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 450: The Wrong Suitcase

New York.

Aurora and Asher spent the evening playfully bickering, as if time had rewound to the past.

But Asher knew that some things could never go back to how they once were. Aurora had grown more cheerful, a transformation that had nothing to do with him-it was all because of Julian.

That man had truly taken good care of her. He had opened her heart, helped her walk out of her painful memories, and freed her from the obsession with revenge.

The Aurora of the past had been cold and distant to outsiders. Even though she would lower her guard around Asher, a shadow of invisible darkness always cloaked her.

Now, that shadow had lifted, and she stood fully in the sunlight. Bit by bit, she was becoming a normal woman.

She had become gentle, learned to act coquettishly, and revealed a side of herself that was soft and feminine. This transformation softened Asher's heart as well.

Even though he had nothing to do with this change, as long as Aurora was doing better, he was content.

"It's getting late. I'll go wash up now," she said.

"Alright. I'll stay here tonight," Asher replied. "Tomorrow, I'll go with you to meet that Mino." Ever since seeing Aurora again, Asher didn't want to waste a single moment away from her, even if it was just silently staying by her side.

"Okay."

Aurora opened her suitcase, intending to grab her toiletries, but froze the moment she saw what was inside. "Ashy, there's a problem."

"What is it?"

Aurora stared at the unfamiliar contents of the suitcase. Inside were two neatly folded men's shirts, along with a few small items meticulously organized.

Everything was arranged with such precision that it was clear the owner had either obsessive cleanliness or a touch of perfectionism. The contents exuded an austere and restrained vibe, featuring only black and white without the presence of a single other color.

Asher walked over and glanced inside. It was obvious that the suitcase belonged to a

man.

the wrong suitcase?"

man sitting next to me on the plane had the exact same suitcase as mine. He must've taken

besides toiletries?" Asher's brows furrowed. If something

thought for a moment. "Just some clothes, toiletries, my

darkened. All of her cards were in that suitcase, and replacing them would be a massive hassle. The letter, written specifically for Mino, was even more critical. Julian had chosen to write it

He was the man sitting next to you, right?" Asher pulled out his phone, ready

"Yes."

a man with

room decorated

his broad shoulders. Handsome and effortlessly seductive, he

he put down the glass and

he froze for

white-his preferred colors. Alongside them was a bag containing neatly

She had clung closely to another man, their intimacy obvious. By her feet

they accidentally

back earlier by

else's belongings, his first instinct would be to throw

just as he was about to discard the suitcase, an

childlike, her face had resembled that of an angel. He had assumed her personality would match, but her actions told a different

his surprise, that supposedly angelic woman had been openly flirting with one man

Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to throw such a

his gaze landed on the white

a cleanliness obsession, it didn't mean he had no desires. He had encountered plenty of women and

of the garment suited

her. Could the man she had embraced simply

for a stranger. "Maybe there's something important in here. I shouldn't toss it just yet," he muttered to himself, almost entranced, as

were simple: makeup, clothes,

fell on the cardholder and the neatly organized cards inside. Each card-black, gold,

had dressed simply, but he