Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Julian noticed that Aurora had come out without drying her hair. He stood up and handed her a dry towel. "You didn't dry your hair again."

"I'm used to you doing it for me," Aurora replied with a light laugh, sitting obediently on the sofa while Julian gently dried her hair.

In the days he had been away, she found it hard to adjust. It was like someone used to eating only vegetables suddenly having a taste for meat, only to have to go back to their old habits. Life without Julian felt like losing a phone-disconnected and insecure. He took care of her so well, like a meticulous housekeeper, that his absence left her feeling adrift.

Every reunion after a long separation filled their hearts with warmth. After a night of intimacy, Julian had work to attend to the next morning. Aurora agreed to explore the city on her own once she woke up. She wasn't new to traveling abroad, so Julian left one of his assistants to accompany her.

By the time Aurora woke up, it was already past ten in the morning. Her body bore fresh marks of their passionate night, a testament to the intensity of their time together. Politely declining the assistant's company, she decided to take a sightseeing bus and explore the city's attractions alone. Such a free-spirited trip was something she had long wanted to experience.

Today, she dressed casually, shedding her usual identity to blend in like an ordinary tourist, walking and stopping at her leisure. Occasionally, she snapped a selfie and sent it to Julian. Even in the middle of a meeting, her photos stirred his emotions, making him long to travel with her-to take countless beautiful pictures of her.

He made up his mind: once this project officially launched and Aurora got her graduation certificate, they would get married. Then, during their honeymoon, he would make sure to take a long vacation just to be with her.

Aurora visited the Colosseum, marveling at the grandeur of the ancient architecture, which silently showcased the splendor and magnificence of a bygone era. As the sun began to set, she was drawn to a shop-a quaint antique store. Feeling intrigued, she stepped inside on a whim.

The shop's decor was traditional, exuding an old-world charm. A sales assistant greeted her at the entrance. "Miss, is there anything you're looking for?"

"I'm just browsing," Aurora replied. She hadn't planned to buy anything, but the sight of familiar-looking items in a foreign land sparked her curiosity.

from a previous era. Her gaze fell on a red jade bracelet displayed in a glass case. "This jade bracelet is quite

associated jade with shades of green, but in reality, it came in a variety of colors. Red jade, however,

excellent eye," the sales assistant said warmly. "This bracelet is made of the finest jade, with a vibrant luster. It's a

This bracelet has been

but since the bracelet was already handed to her, she felt it would be rude to refuse. She

attention in a way nothing else had. Its deep crimson hue stood out against her fair skin, enhancing

old," Aurora observed, studying the stone's texture and

origins are hard to trace. Our owner speculates that many of these pieces came from prominent families who fled during wartime. Despite their wealth, they struggled to survive in foreign lands and eventually fell into decline. In desperation, some pawned their

you should buy it. Who knows? One of these antiques might even have belonged to your own ancestors," the assistant added, her tone growing more

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sale. Our shop used to be a pawnshop. Although we've changed our name, our true mission has always been to return these items to their rightful

been in our family since my grandfather's time, yet no one ever took

bracelet. Red jade like this is hard to come by. How

when it was pawned. Based on current market prices,

the jewelry industry, Aurora knew the price was fair. The bracelet, now resting on her wrist, felt like a docile child,

while exquisite, had always felt more like a piece of art- beautiful but emotionally distant. This red jade, however, resonated with her on a deeper level. People often spoke of

anything. Perhaps the assistant was right-this bracelet might have some unknown connection to her past, which was why she felt so drawn to it. Regardless, their meeting felt like destiny. Aurora swiped her

she departed, the assistant stepped into the back room. "Boss, someone bought

complete experience—all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "After all these years, someone finally bought it..." the man

returned to the hotel with the bracelet on her