Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 455: Alone

When she asked what she was curious about, Denis Vukic's brows lifted slightly with interest. "Go ahead," he said.

"Yesterday on the plane, when there was turbulence, how did you know it would calm down in exactly twenty seconds?" Aurora had been amazed at the time. This man seemed almost supernatural-he could easily set up a fortune-telling booth.

"I calculated it based on the cloud patterns," Denis replied nonchalantly. Aurora, who had been too terrified to even open her eyes during the turbulence, couldn't fathom how he'd had the presence of mind to look at the clouds. Thinking back, though, Denis had been seated by the window.

So, while everyone else was panicking about a potential crash, he had been calmly analyzing the situation.

"Mr. Vukic, you're incredible," Aurora said sincerely, full of admiration.

"I used to fly planes," Denis stated matter-of-factly. Aurora stared at him, stunned. This man was extraordinary.

He had flown planes before? She wanted to ask more, but a glance at Denis's expression stopped her. There were certain things a stranger like her shouldn't pry into. A knock on the door interrupted them. An assistant entered, carrying two high-end lunchboxes from a nearby restaurant-Denis's favorite dishes. Each box was worth about a hundred dollars.

"Let's eat," Denis said as he returned to his seat. Aurora had already tried twice to leave, but he'd refused both times. She gave up and sat down to eat.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Seated face-to-face, Denis ate in silence. His movements were elegant but swift, leaving Aurora wondering if he'd been in the military.

He said he used to fly planes-could he have been a pilot? But given his status, that didn't seem likely.

Aurora didn't dare ask more. She picked at her food, grateful that at least she didn't have to drink the bitter herbal tea he'd offered before-she'd narrowly escaped that ordeal.

In less than five minutes, Denis had polished off his meal. True to his personality, not a single grain of rice was left behind. He wiped his hands clean and tidied the table.

Aurora, meanwhile, had barely eaten a third of her meal. There was no way she could match his speed.

Just as she was about to declare herself full, she noticed Denis staring at her intently.

"Um... Mr. Vukic, are you still hungry?" she asked nervously.

her to

"I'm full," Denis replied.

speechless. If he was full, why was he staring at her

gaze. Denis frowned

assuming this

you eat, if that helps," he added, as if realizing his gaze might be making her

surprise, the food was

while she ate. But out of the corner of

Do all women eat so slowly? Why did she eat like a

table after finishing her

longer until he was done for the

occupied. "Mr. Vukic, may I read these

she stayed by his

the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Aurora picked up a few business

was perfectly set, and the combination of warmth and

half on her. His usual efficiency was nowhere to be found. His peripheral vision constantly caught

to sleep, he guessed it was due to jet lag. She had only recently

it was

the couch, books scattered around her. Her dark hair framed her face softly, and under the sunlight,

had memorized it on the

he gazed at her with a tenderness he rarely showed. His fingers itched to

his eyes landed

wore a large diamond ring on her middle finger. The

She was engaged.

gaze darkened. A woman this beautiful-who wouldn't

up slightly, like a sleeping shrimp. Denis removed his suit jacket and draped

the keyboard. Even when his secretary