Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 461: Asher Loses His Temper

Asher was sharp, almost too perceptive for his own good. Losing to Julian had been inevitable-after all, Julian had known Aurora since they were kids. That special bond between them was something Asher could never replace. Watching Julian treat Aurora so well, Asher had reluctantly stepped aside.

But now, who was this Denis Vukic, and where had he come from? Was every random man destined to replace him in Aurora's heart?

"Mr. Vukic, I'll take over. I know what she likes to eat, and the right temperature for her food. You're clearly too delicate for this kind of thing," Asher said, reaching for the bowl and spoon in Denis Vukic's hands.

Denis Vukic, however, was not the kind of man to easily relinquish control. If he gave up that easily, he wouldn't be Denis Vukic.

Neither man was willing to let go. Their tug-of-war over the bowl grew so intense that the sturdy container began to bend out of shape under the pressure of their hands. Aurora, watching the scene unfold, couldn't hold back anymore. "Uh... actually, I can do it myself."

Asher, still locked in the struggle, glanced back at her. "Have you seen your face? You look like you're about to die. You think you can manage this?" he scoffed.

Aurora truly felt weak. After vomiting everything she'd eaten the night before and sleeping through the night, her body was still frail. She didn't even have the energy to lift a finger.

"But you two holding it like that doesn't help me either. I'm starving, really starving," she pleaded, hoping to elicit some sympathy.

Seeing the exhaustion on her pale face, the two men finally let go-at the exact same time. The bowl tipped over, spilling the porridge all over the bed.

Aurora's stomach growled. The scent of the porridge wafted through the air, teasing her. Starving as she was, seeing the food so close yet out of reach was a cruel torment.

"You couldn't even hold onto a bowl. How useless can you be?" Asher sneered, momentarily forgetting Denis Vukic's powerful background and the potential consequences of offending him. At that moment, all Asher cared about was that no one else could lay claim to his "little troublemaker."

She had been his once, and now she was Julian's. Either way, she could never belong to this latecomer Denis Vukic.

"And you held onto it so well, didn't you?" Denis Vukic shot back coldly, his tone equally sharp. The two men glared at each other, their mutual dislike evident. Aurora, on the verge of tears, tried once more. "I'm hungry. Really, really hungry." Denis Vukic waved over his assistant. "Go buy some more."

the bed. For someone like Denis Vukic, a man with a near-obsessive cleanliness streak,

mess, his brows furrowing deeply. Without hesitation, he

from the bed, intending to move her elsewhere. But before he could touch her, Asher stepped

handle this. I've carried this little pig all the time before," he said,

pouted. "Who are you

deny that Asher had often carried her

bed. He would remove her makeup, wipe her face, and even clean her feet. The bond between them was, in some

you like a pig?" Asher teased, though

arms.

efforts to entice her with delicious meals, her chronic stomach

she nestled in Asher's arms. Her hands instinctively

Vukic, I'll have to trouble you to change the sheets," Asher said with

gave him a cold glance but said nothing.

like him, changing the sheets was both a pleasure

Because he insisted on perfection. Every corner of the bed had to be meticulously tucked, every crease smoothed out. The overhanging sides of the sheet had

flawless it resembled a pristine sheet of

than it would for anyone else. Even as Asher stood

carefully laid Aurora back onto the bed. Both men moved with

porridge finally arrived, Aurora preempted another tug-of-war. "Ashy, you feed me. You know what I

at his watch. He had an important meeting to attend

pause, he

care of me, so you don't..." Aurora began, but before she could finish, Denis Vukic