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.

the wound, she wrapped it neatly. It wasn't perfect, but it was far better

off the lights and climbed back into bed. The moment she lay down, Julian

contours of his face. She touched his brows, his eyes, his nose. In this life, she wanted nothing

was all in the past now.

true, the situation back then must have been dire. If it hadn't been

through everything carefully. Reaching this point in their relationship, she knew she should treasure

mind, the knot in her heart unraveled. Nestling into Julian's arms,

décor, a tall man stood

an enormous painting, covered by a black cloth. It was

spiraled

a sunflower field stood a girl

capturing the girl's

smile seemed to leap from the canvas, infecting anyone who looked at her with warmth. It was as if she were standing right there beside you, her laughter echoing in

sea of sunflowers-could almost feel the soft breeze, see the distant green hills, and gaze at the endless blue sky dotted with fluffy

terms of concept, realism, and

man stood motionless before the painting, his usually cold features shadowed

A gust of wind blew through the nearby window, scattering

"Daria... Daria..."

could bring tears to

appeared once more-the lively girl,

another played like a film in his head, starting

mother had brought a delicate little girl into their

this is the Daria I told you about. From now on, she's your sister. You have to take good care of her and never bully

with eyes like a startled fawn. In a soft, childish voice, she introduced herself, "I... I'm

about the new addition to their family-a little girl left orphaned after her father, a comrade of