Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Soon, all the dishes were served. Justin, who had eaten steak before, appeared at ease, but Mrs. Woolf seemed a little uneasy.

"Mrs. Woolf, eat while it's warm, or it'll get cold," Aurora urged gently.

"Um... could you help me cut this meat?" Mrs. Woolf asked, feeling slightly

embarrassed. She could handle cutting beef with a butcher's knife, but she had never eaten in such a formal setting before.

Aurora suddenly realized why Mrs. Woolf had seemed awkward earlier-she probably wasn't used to dining in places like this.

"My apologies, I should have thought of that. Mrs. Woolf, let me teach you. Hold the knife in one hand and the fork in the other, like this. You'll get the hang of it quickly."

Aurora patiently guided her. For Mrs. Woolf, it was the first time she had taken such care to learn something new. Before long, she mastered it and beamed with the joy of a child.

Watching Mrs. Woolf's cheerful smile, Aurora felt a pang of warmth. The people on the ship weren't truly bad people. Even though she knew they were pirates, she couldn't bring herself to hate them.

The meal was pleasant. Perhaps it was because Aurora believed Julian would find her soon, so she wasn't as anxious as before.

She knew that staying positive was good for the baby growing inside her. After the meal, they didn't rush to leave. Instead, they found a hotel to rest in, planning to head to Kestrel the following day.

Justin booked the presidential suite, which had separate rooms. Aurora and Mrs. Woolf shared a bed, while Justin stayed outside.

Since becoming pregnant, Aurora had been more prone to drowsiness and needed daily naps. As soon as they returned to their room, she fell asleep.

Outside, Mrs. Woolf spoke to Justin. "You two are from different worlds. Forced relationships don't last. Justin, maybe it's time to let go?"

Justin glanced at the sleeping figure on the bed, her every movement etched into his memory. "How could I ever let go?"

If it were, the world wouldn't be

Mrs. Woolf sighed deeply.

the phone, his emotions in turmoil. Aurora had assured him she was safe, but she refused to tell him where she was. It was likely the pirates hadn't harmed her,

that Aurora

was she in on that ship? As long as he couldn't see her,

to a port on the edge of Lorvale, but they might leave soon. Even if you go there, you might

find her. Aurora told me she's going to the hospital for a checkup. All I need to do is wait for her at

"Why the largest hospital?"

a small clinic. If I were her, I'd ask for

find her, she'd definitely go to Lorvale's largest and best hospital. And since she doesn't have an ID, flying

ten hours by car. I'll head to Kestrel now and wait

call, Julian contacted Irene and Nick, rallying them to head to

hour, or whether there might be delays along

of Aurora, Nick and Irene volunteered without hesitation, immediately boarding a private

you! Aurora, still in the small port town, woke from her nap and went out with Mrs. Woolf and Justin to stroll through the streets. By now, Lorvale had

many dresses that fit beautifully. It was Justin's first time accompanying a woman shopping for clothes,

tall frame. She could effortlessly carry off any design or

changed into a stylish dress, she became even more

wife has such a great figure. Every dress looks perfect on her," the shop assistant

all up," Justin declared, his heart soaring at the word "wife." Aurora wanted to explain, but after a moment's thought, she decided there was no need. She had already agreed to refer to him as her husband in front

The kinder Justin was to her, the more guilt she felt. After all, she couldn't reciprocate his

wear them," Justin replied firmly, following the shop assistant

need to save money for him. That boy

used to spending other

to provide for her. Aurora shook her head. "He was wealthy, but I wasn't short on money either. In fact, I earned enough to support myself. That's why I don't like relying on others financially." That made sense. Aurora's aura didn't resemble that of someone who depended on men. Otherwise, Justin wouldn't have been

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