Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 468: Carry Me Home

Aurora tried to pull herself out of his arms, but the man tightened his grip instead.

She was certain that Julian was already fast asleep. The way he clung to her was purely instinctual, a subconscious fear of her leaving.

Seeing him like this, Aurora's heart softened. A moment ago, she had been wondering if this man once loved someone else.

But how could she let such thoughts linger when, even in his dreams, he held her so protectively?

Leaning down close to his ear, she whispered softly, "Julian, I'm not going anywhere. I just need to clean up."

Only then did his hands unconsciously loosen their hold. Slipping quietly out of his embrace, Aurora looked back to see Julian still lying in the same position as before, unmoving.

In the bathroom, she carefully washed herself. Traces of the marks he had left on her from before still lingered, and now, there were new ones.

Back when they were at home, it was always Julian who gently cleaned her up afterward. She could only imagine how exhausted he must have been this time.

Aurora cleaned herself up first, then turned her attention to him. She fetched disinfectant and bandages from a nurse.

Julian remained in the same sleeping position, as though she had never left. Aurora brought a small stool to sit beside him.

Carefully, she began unwrapping the scarf from his hand. Despite her caution, the movement still tugged at his wound, and she froze, fearing she might wake him.

Luckily, Julian was too tired to open his eyes. His brow furrowed slightly, but he didn't stir.

Using a warm towel, Aurora wiped the blood from his hand with meticulous care, afraid to cause him any pain.

Normally, even the slightest noise would wake Julian. But tonight, his body was so drained that he remained completely unconscious.

cleaning the wound, she wrapped it neatly. It wasn't

climbed back into bed. The moment she lay down, Julian pulled her back

traced the contours of his face. She touched his brows, his eyes, his nose. In this

story may have been, it was all in the past

then must have been dire. If it hadn't been Daria, would it

everything carefully. Reaching this point in their relationship, she knew she should treasure what she had with Julian

in her heart unraveled. Nestling into Julian's arms, she

décor, a tall man

enormous painting, covered by a black cloth. It was impossible to see what

black cloth away. The fabric spiraled to

stood a girl with a ponytail, her smile radiant,

exceptional, capturing the

with warmth. It was as

soft breeze, see the distant green hills,

concept, realism, and technique,

painting, his usually cold

murmured two words under his breath. A gust of wind blew through the

"Daria... Daria..."

a weight that could bring tears

once more-the lively girl, full of

his head, starting with the moment

had brought a delicate

about. From now on, she's your sister. You have to take

with eyes like a startled fawn. In a soft, childish voice, she

Vukic had always been more mature than other children his age. His mother had already told him about the new addition to their family-a little girl left orphaned after her father, a comrade of his father's, died