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 suitcase?" he

"The man sitting next to me on

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

toiletries, my cardholder, and a handwritten recommendation letter

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

call the airline to help track him down. He was the man sitting next to you, right?" Asher pulled out his phone, ready to make

"Yes."

another high-end apartment, a man with

a white bathrobe and black slippers, walking through a living room decorated in

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

he put down the glass and

froze for a

white-his preferred colors. Alongside them was a

to another man, their intimacy obvious. By

they accidentally

all his valuables had been sent back earlier by

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

suitcase,

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

been openly flirting with one man before boarding the plane and

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

the white

a 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 worn

of

had misjudged her. Could the man she

even 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

suitcase were

the neatly organized cards inside.

simply, but he