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.

swallowed it.

eye while taking a life, now beaming

swallowed it. You can rest easy

on the spoonful of porridge

this meticulous in

the door

"Come in," Justin said.

back to his room the night

and most of the

the scene before him, Frank's worldview was turned upside down. Their boss, whose hands were usually gripping a gun, was holding a bowl, carefully cooling each

stood frozen, dumbfounded, until Justin snapped

"Speak."

women's items. Since there's another woman on board, can

us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter

already bad enough we've kept her on the ship. You can't expect her to keep wearing Mrs. Woolf's

gaze sharpened. "Frank, don't tell me you've taken a

Don't say that!" Frank stammered, clearly nervous, which only made

don't know you by now? A real man doesn't hide

awkwardly. "I've just never seen such a pretty girl

you want, but you'd better keep her safe. This ship is

to lay a hand on this woman, don't expect me to show mercy, even

understand. Can I take the things

but don't empty

supplies. His face turned redder as he handled the more personal items,

closely," Justin reminded

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