Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 873: I Don’t Like Being Threatened

Aveline had been in good spirits, her appetite strong just moments ago, but it all vanished in an instant.

Orion, however, seemed completely unaffected. He continued placing her favorite dishes on her plate, noticing her sudden change in mood. Concerned, he asked, "Aveline, is the food not to your taste? Should I ask the chef to remake it? What would you like to eat?"

Aveline shook her head. "The food is delicious." She couldn't bring herself to admit that her mood had soured because of Celestia.

Celestia, observing Aveline's expression, easily guessed the reason. She was certain that Aveline now saw her as a threat, perhaps even as an enemy. This realization gave her a surge of confidence.

She glanced at Aveline's appearance. Though Aveline was undeniably pretty, she was only about 160 centimeters tall and still in the early stages of adolescence. Her figure was modest, with just the slightest hint of curves.

Celestia, on the other hand, stood at 168 centimeters, boasting a striking figure with a 36D chest, a narrow waist, and long legs-a body that could only be described as devilishly alluring.

Compared to herself, Celestia thought Aveline was like a plain bowl of porridge- something that might seem appealing at first but would quickly grow tiresome. The only reason Orion had eyes for Aveline, she reasoned, was because of her cool, distant demeanor. Boys were always drawn to that type, but it wouldn't last.

Celestia picked up a shrimp from her plate, carefully peeled it, and offered it to Orion. "Orion, this shrimp is so tender and delicious. You should try it."

There's a saying that pursuing a man is easy for a woman. Celestia believed her proactive approach would quickly win Orion's attention. She leaned closer to him, her thin summer clothes doing little to conceal her figure. She was certain Orion would notice the softness pressing against him. At seventeen or eighteen, he was in the prime of youth-there's no way he wouldn't react.

"He doesn't eat shrimp," Aveline said coldly, her sharp eyes catching every one of Celestia's subtle advances.

"But Orion, I peeled this for you myself," Celestia cooed, her voice softer and more saccharine as she noticed Aveline's displeasure.

Orion shot her an icy glare. "I don't eat shrimp."

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." Celestia, startled by the intensity of his reaction, backed off, knowing better than to push her luck.

Aveline's mood had been completely ruined by Celestia. Unable to stand the sight of her, she put down her chopsticks. "Orion, I'm going to the restroom."

"Alright," he said casually.

revolved around Aveline. He didn't understand much about girls and assumed her irritability was simply from the fatigue of

her face, looking at her reflection. Her gaze drifted

thanks to Celestia's antics, she couldn't ignore it now.

Aveline, right? The cold beauty everyone's been

arrogance, her demeanor that of

calmly washed her hands, ready to leave, but Celestia

after boys at your age? Focus on your studies instead. Do

"If he doesn't like me, does that

goddess of curves and beauty.

let the

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if I don't?" Aveline asked, her voice calm as she looked up at Celestia, who was slightly taller

here. If you upset me, you'd better watch your back after school. A pretty face like yours... it'd be such a shame if something happened to you in

stroke Aveline's smooth, porcelain-like face. Without makeup, Aveline's skin was flawless, her features delicate and natural. It was the kind of beauty that required no embellishment, and it made Celestia, with her heavy

swift motion, threw her

young age, Julian had insisted that Aveline and Joyce learn taekwondo so they

Whatever's between Orion and me is none of

father about this-no need to cause unnecessary trouble for Celestia's otherwise harmless family. Behind her, Celestia screamed, "Aveline! You'll regret this!

personality was cold, it didn't mean she was a pushover. If Celestia wanted to play games, Aveline would be more than happy to

to the table, Orion noticed right away that her mood had

was hot, so I washed my face," she replied,

the corner of her eye, Aveline saw her and smirked. Handing her bowl to Orion,

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