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.

grab the wrong

with worry. "The man sitting next to me on the plane had the exact same suitcase as mine. He

anything valuable in it besides toiletries?" Asher's brows furrowed. If something important was

toiletries, my cardholder, and a handwritten recommendation letter from

suitcase, and replacing them would be a massive hassle. The letter, written specifically for Mino, was even more critical. Julian had chosen

man sitting next to you, right?" Asher pulled out his phone, ready to make

"Yes."

a man with a perfectly

living room decorated in black and white.

his long neck and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Handsome and effortlessly seductive, he picked

down the

he froze for

in black and white-his preferred colors. Alongside them was a bag containing neatly folded

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

accidentally

all his valuables had been sent back earlier by his bodyguards. This

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

to discard the suitcase,

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

woman had been openly flirting with one man before boarding the plane and embracing another as soon as

like that. Normally, he wouldn't hesitate to throw such a woman's belongings

as his gaze landed on the white

no desires. He had encountered plenty of women and seen

simplicity of

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

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

contents of the suitcase were

organized cards

dressed simply, but he hadn't realized she was this