Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 912: She Realized Her Place

Amy stared at the girl in front of her, casually dressed in a bathrobe, her demeanor relaxed and at ease. The man who was usually too busy to even bother with breakfast for himself was now making it for her. Orion, a man who valued work above all else, had taken the entire day off for this girl. Amy had always known there was someone special in his heart, but now she realized his affection for this girl wasn't just love-it was pure indulgence.

The red marks on the girl's neck bore witness to their passion from the night before. He wasn't some stoic, abstaining man; he had simply been waiting for the one he loved.

Amy had come early, hoping to assert her unique position. Instead, she discovered her fingerprint access had been deleted-and now, this scene unfolded before her eyes. "Really? But the president has two important meetings today." Amy finally found her voice, trying to avert her gaze and steer the conversation elsewhere.

"Why don't you come in first before we talk?" Aveline's tone was calm, but she knew exactly why Amy was here.

However, if Amy had come looking for something from her, she was destined to leave disappointed. Aveline had prepared for this.

"Orion, Amy's here," Aveline called out.

"Oh, help me entertain her for now," Orion's voice came from the kitchen. He was focused on frying eggs, knowing that even a moment's distraction could burn them.

"Sure."

Aveline turned to see Amy rummaging around the shoe cabinet. It seemed she was looking for a particular pair of slippers.

"Amy, why don't you wear these? They're new," Aveline said, handing her a plain pair. She pretended not to notice Amy's intentions.

"No need. There used to be a pair here that I always wore. I'll just use those."

A pair of slippers-such a trivial thing-yet neither woman was willing to give in. The slippers symbolized something far more significant: whether Amy was a guest or someone who used to belong here.

Orion threw them out last night. Oh, and by the way, Amy, your fingerprint access has been deleted. Orion

reasonable, but to Amy, they felt like a

she was being completely

Orion, Amy had known he loved someone else. Yet, she had been drawn to him, unable to resist. What started as a simple desire to be close to

returned to Clothville for the new year, so maybe that other woman wasn't as important to him as she had imagined. Amy had believed that by staying by his side through his highs and

Amy realized how wrong she

had once thought of as familiar. Now, everything felt foreign, even though

master bedroom. She hadn't

its door from the outside. Inside, there was a large round bed with a canopy. Amy had

had effortlessly stepped into the dream

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in casual loungewear, was fully focused on preparing breakfast. The scene was one she

Amy said, trying to regain her composure. She wanted to show Aveline that she

spent hours learning to cook Orion's favorite dishes, practicing them over and over. Men loved women

his distance. "It's fine. I enjoy doing this for her. You can

like Orion, a high-powered president, actually said he liked

reappeared, dressed neatly, she saw Amy standing dumbfounded at the kitchen

breakfast and gleefully served a

it good?" he asked eagerly. He didn't even think to eat himself, waiting for

You should try some

from each other, Orion's face glowing with happiness. It was a side of him Amy had never seen

sofa in a daze, completely forgotten by the two of them. It was as if she had ceased to exist in