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.

fingerprint access has been deleted. Orion was grateful for your care when he was here alone, but now that I'm around,

but to Amy, they felt

underlying message: she was

Yet, she had been drawn to him, unable to resist. What started as a simple desire to

thought. Orion hadn't even 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

realized how wrong she had been. This woman was

a place she had once thought of as familiar. Now, everything felt foreign, even

make yourself comfortable. I'll go change," Aveline said, heading to the master bedroom. She hadn't expected Amy to drop by unannounced and was still in

outside. Inside, there was a large round bed with

effortlessly stepped into the dream that Amy had longed

the complete version of this

casual loungewear, was fully focused on preparing breakfast. The

clothes," Amy said, trying to

spent hours learning to cook Orion's favorite dishes, practicing them over and over. Men loved women who could be both elegant and domestic, didn't they? Who was Aveline anyway?

night before, deliberately kept his distance. "It's fine. I enjoy doing this

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

Amy standing dumbfounded at the kitchen door, staring at Orion. Clearly,

making breakfast and gleefully served a bowl of noodles to

eagerly. He didn't even think to eat himself, waiting for her opinion

You should try some too," Aveline replied

Orion's face glowing with happiness. It was a side of him Amy had never

sat on the sofa in a daze, completely forgotten by the two of them. It was as