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.

you grab the wrong suitcase?"

me on the plane had the

anything valuable in it besides toiletries?" Asher's

moment. "Just some clothes, toiletries, my cardholder, and

be a massive hassle. The letter, written specifically for Mino, was even more critical. Julian had chosen to write it by hand,

I'll call the airline to help track him down. He was the man

"Yes."

another high-end apartment, a man with a perfectly proportioned physique

a living room decorated in black and

down his long neck and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Handsome and effortlessly seductive, he picked up a freshly poured glass of red

he put down the glass and walked

it, he froze for a

them was a bag containing neatly

airport. She had clung closely to another man,

accidentally

had been sent back earlier

he had someone else's belongings, his first instinct would be to throw them out

about to discard the suitcase, an

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

angelic woman had been openly flirting with one man before boarding the plane

he wouldn't hesitate to throw such

landed on the white lace lingerie, his hand

cleanliness obsession, it didn't mean he had no desires. He had encountered plenty of women and seen all kinds of lingerie, yet this particular piece was rather unremarkable compared to those

something about the delicate, refined simplicity of the garment suited the woman's angelic

had misjudged her. Could the man she had embraced simply be her

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

were simple: makeup, clothes, and

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

simply, but he hadn't realized she was this