Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 867: Orion’s Fury

Until the moment he left, her lips still burned with the heat of his kiss. Aveline's pale cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

"Orion... Orion, you!"

"What did you just call me?" Orion's tone carried a hint of dissatisfaction. He preferred when she called him by his name, Orion. Of course, his absolute favorite-but perhaps too premature-term of endearment was when she called him "darling."

"That letter..." Aveline hesitated, knowing that he had misunderstood the situation. She wanted to explain, yet when the moment came, she didn't know where to begin.

Orion glanced down at the envelope in his hand. The cover read "To My Dearest Orion," written in handwriting that was entirely unfamiliar to him.

Aveline had grown up under his watchful eye. Her penmanship mirrored his own-neat and graceful. This sloppy scrawl was certainly not hers. His expression darkened.

"This letter wasn't written by you?"

"My deskmate asked me to pass it on to you," Aveline murmured, biting the lips he had just kissed.

"You're delivering love letters for your deskmate?" Orion's temper was notoriously short, but he had always reserved his gentler side for her.

For years, Aveline had been his sole exception. She was now twelve, and while she might not fully understand love, she should at least know about the marriage arrangement between their families. The jade pendant he had given her still hung around her neck, a silent reminder of that bond.

And now, she was helping someone else deliver a love letter to him? If that was the case, then what had all these years meant? Did she truly think he was just taking care of a younger sister?

Orion's fists clenched tightly, veins bulging against his skin. His face grew colder, darker, until Aveline no longer recognized him. She had never seen him like this.

Remembering Liora's hopeful gaze earlier, Aveline swallowed hard and nodded. "She... she also said to meet her after school in the woods."

Her words were like gasoline thrown onto a fire. Orion grabbed her shoulders with an iron grip, his icy gaze sharp enough to pierce through her.

"Do you even know what the woods are known for? Fine, very well. Go tell her-I'll be there."

With those words, he stormed off, not sparing her another glance.

Aveline stood frozen on the steps, her lips still tingling with the warmth he'd left behind.

spine, and her mind replayed his final words

she already decided? If Orion ever fell for someone else, she would graciously give her blessing. And if she found her own true love,

same.

the mere thought of him agreeing to meet Liora filled her chest with a sharp, unbearable ache. It felt as though a needle had

"Aveline, are you okay?"

her, having witnessed the entire scene earlier. He was relieved that Aveline didn't seem to have feelings

though her dazed expression said otherwise as she walked

agreed. He

through the school like

on the steps to get Orion's attention, calling her manipulative. Others said Orion had kissed her forcefully before agreeing to

swirled, but Aveline couldn't care less. Her mind was stuck on one thing-

class, Liora rushed over, her face brimming with nervous anticipation. "How did

you," Aveline replied, her tone

"What about the letter?"

"He kept it."

herself didn't know how she managed

you know how many girls have tried to give him letters and confess to him but failed? If it weren't for you, he definitely would've rejected me too. Can you come with me later? I

later! This is my first confession. If you're there, I'll feel so much braver. Please, Aveline, help me one

"No."

that

only friend. If you don't help me, who will? Please, I'm

when she had simply delivered the letter. If she accompanied Liora to the confession,

from her, he had been so happy. She had given him hope, only to snatch it away. He must hate

you daydreaming

lessons, Aveline remained distracted, lost in thought. When the school bell finally rang,

a popular spot for students to confess their feelings.

kept her head down as they walked, her gaze falling on a discarded wrapper. Suddenly,

innocent, the mere act of meeting in the woods carried

were unusually lively that day, with a crowd gathering to

so nervous. Do you think he'll reject