Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mrs. Woolf mentioned Lana's name, and Justin shook his head.

"Mrs. Woolf, you've watched us grow up. You're well aware of how I feel about Lana. In my heart, she's just my sister."

"You see her as a sister, but she may not see you as a brother. Over the years, how many suitors has she turned down, holding out for you to marry her?"

"Feelings can't be forced. If I could have liked her, I would have by now. Why wait until now?"

"If Lana finds out you've fallen for a woman you just met, who knows how angry she'll be."

"Let's not talk about her anymore. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare some rice porridge. She can't chew right now, so rice porridge should be easy for her to eat." Justin clearly didn't want to discuss Lana, quickly changing the subject.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. Those people in the kitchen are too clumsy to handle it properly," Mrs. Woolf said, her rough exterior masking her kind heart.

Justin returned to the bedside, sitting down. He had just taken Aurora's hand out from under the blanket but, fearing she might get cold, quickly tucked it back in.

He couldn't help but notice how beautiful her hands were-slender, pale, and spotless, without a hint of calluses. She must have lived a life of privilege.

Justin began to wonder about her identity. What did she do for a living? Was she an actress, a pianist, or maybe a painter? With hands so delicate and elegant, perhaps she was a pianist. Should he consider adding a piano to the ship?

And what about the future? When she had a baby, they would need a nursery. Would the baby resemble her more or its father?

Before long, Mrs. Woolf brought in the rice porridge.

"I'll feed her," Justin said. His hands were rough and calloused from years spent at sea, his skin weathered and coarse.

Awkwardly, he began feeding Aurora the rice porridge. Though she couldn't chew, her body instinctively swallowed.

She swallowed it.

eye while taking a

it. You

carefully blew on the spoonful of porridge to cool it before feeding her

never been this meticulous in

knock on the

"Come in," Justin said.

their boss had carried that woman back to his room the night

hard to see Aurora's face clearly, and most of the crew assumed their boss had simply brought her

down. Their boss, whose hands were usually gripping a gun, was holding a bowl, carefully cooling

until Justin

"Speak."

his throat. "Uh, Boss... I heard Mrs. Woolf bought a lot of women's items. Since there's

experience all for free. The next chapter is

and quickly explained. "Boss, it's already bad enough we've kept her on

me you've

Frank stammered, clearly nervous, which only made

you lie. Do you think I don't know you by now? A real man doesn't hide

awkwardly. "I've just never seen such

want, but you'd better keep her safe. This ship is full of men, and

Lana-if she dares to lay a hand on this woman, don't expect me to show mercy, even for your sake." Justin's tone was

understand. Can I

you want, but

went to pick out clothes and supplies. His face turned redder

her closely,"

Boss." Frank hurried off, wondering if he had lost his mind-or if