Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Mrs. Woolf mentioned Lana's name, and Justin shook his head.

"Mrs. Woolf, you've watched us grow up. You're well aware of how I feel about Lana. In my heart, she's just my sister." "You see her as a sister, but she may not see you as a brother. Over the years, how many suitors has she turned down, holding out for you to marry her?" "Feelings can't be forced. If I could have liked her, I would have by now. Why wait until now?" "If Lana finds out you've fallen for a woman you just met, who knows how angry she'll be." "Let's not talk about her anymore. I'll ask the kitchen to prepare srice porridge. She can't chew right now, so rice porridge should be easy for her to eat." Justin clearly didn't want to discuss Lana, quickly changing the subject.

"Forget it, I'll do it myself. Those people in the kitchen are too clumsy to handle it properly," Mrs. Woolf said, her rough exterior masking her kind heart.

Justin returned to the bedside, sitting down. He had just taken Aurora's hand out from under the blanket but, fearing she might get cold, quickly tucked it back in.

He couldn't help but notice how beautiful her hands were-slender, pale, and spotless, without a hint of calluses. She must have lived a life of privilege.

Justin began to wonder about her identity. What did she do for a living? Was she an actress, a pianist, or maybe a painter? With hands so delicate and elegant, perhaps she was a pianist. Should he consider adding a piano to the ship? And what about the future? When she had a baby, they would need a nursery. Would the baby resemble her more or its father? Before long, Mrs. Woolf brought in the rice porridge.

"I'll feed her," Justin said. His hands were rough and calloused from years spent at sea, his skin weathered and coarse.

Awkwardly, he began feeding Aurora the rice porridge. Though she couldn't chew, her body instinctively swallowed.

"Mrs. Woolf, look! She swallowed it. She swallowed it!" Mrs. Woolf watched the man, who wouldn't blink an eye while taking a life, now beaming like a child.

"Yes, yes, she swallowed it. You can rest easy now." Justin carefully blew on the spoonful of porridge to cool it before feeding her again.

He had never been this meticulous in his life.

A knock on the door interrupted the moment.

"Cin," Justin said.

Frank entered. Since their boss had carried that woman back to his room the night before, he hadn't cout.

The dim lighting had made it hard to see Aurora's face clearly, and most of the crew assumed their boss had simply brought her aboard for his own gratification.

But now, seeing the scene before him, Frank's worldview was turned upside down. Their boss, whose hands were usually gripping a gun, was holding a bowl, carefully cooling each spoonful of porridge before feeding it to a woman who remained unconscious.

Frank stood frozen, dumbfounded, until Justin snapped at him.

"Speak." Frank cleared his throat. "Uh, Boss... I heard Mrs. Woolf bought a lot of women's items. Since there's another woman on board, can I take sclothes and essentials over to her?" If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! "For her?" Justin's expression darkened immediately. He didn't like that woman.

Frank noticed his boss's displeasure and quickly explained. "Boss, it's already bad enough we've kept her on the ship. You can't expect her to keep wearing Mrs. Woolf's clothes." Justin's gaze sharpened. "Frank, don't tellyou've taken a liking to her." "N-no! Boss, I haven't! Don't say that!" Frank stammered, clearly nervous, which only made him seem guiltier.

"You stutter every tyou lie. Do you think I don't know you by now? A real man doesn't hide his feelings. If you like her, just admit it." Frank scratched his head awkwardly. "I've just never seen such a pretty girl before. Our ship's full of rough men." Justin scoffed. "Idiot. Like her if you want, but you'd better keep her safe. This ship is full of men, and I can't guarantee what others might do to her.

"And Lana-if she dares to lay a hand on this woman, don't expectto show mercy, even for your sake." Justin's tone was cold.

"Yes, Boss. I understand. Can I take the things now?" "Take whatever you want, but don't empty the stash." "Got it, Boss." Frank eagerly went to pick out clothes and supplies. His face turned redder as he handled the more personal items, like undergarments.

"Watch her closely," Justin reminded him.

"Yes, Boss." Frank hurried off, wondering if he had lost his mind-or if his boss had.

Frank jogged to deliver the clothes and supplies to Ivy.

"Miss Montgomery, these are for you," he said.

"Thank you, Frank." Ivy glanced at him, then casually asked, "When you were in the boss's room, did you see that woman? How is she?" "She hasn't woken up yet. The boss was feeding her rice porridge." "Your boss knew her before?" Ivy asked, incredulous.

"No, we've been at sea most of the year. How could he have known her?" "Then why is he treating her so well?" To Ivy, Justin was nothing short of a tyrant-a man who would throw someone to the sharks without a second thought.

"I don't know. It is strange. The boss has never been this gentle with m anyone think he might like her," Frank said, shrugging. "Like her? Why does everyone like her?" Ivy muttered bitterly.

"What's your connection to her anyway?" Frank asked. Every tIvy mentioned that woman, her expression was filled with hatred.

"It's a long story. She's not a good person, that's all you need to know. Her specialty is seducing men. She's had plenty of them before," Ivy said, her voice laced with jealousy and anger. "Really? I think she's quite beautiful." "What? Do you like her too?" Ivy snapped, glaring at him.

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