Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Outside, snowflakes were falling gently, but inside, it was warm like spring. Aurora's voice was melodious, clear like a mountain stream, smooth and captivating.

Most of the time, he was the one in control-whether at the company or in bed. Everyone was used to bowing their heads, gauging his mood to act accordingly.

He had grown tired of such a life long ago. But meeting Aurora brought a ripple of change. Watching her speak passionately, her face glowing with enthusiasm, he suddenly felt life wasn't so monotonous after all.

He didn't interrupt Aurora, letting her share her ideas freely. At first, he thought that any woman succeeding in business must rely on either family connections or a man's support.

But listening to Aurora, he realized how wrong he had been. Aurora didn't rely on anyone. She was entirely her own foundation.

Not only did she possess remarkable judgment, but she also had an execution ability he hadn't seen in himself for years. She was born for the business world, with a sharp and clear mind.

He had barely made a suggestion, and in such a short time, she had already sketched out a rough plan. It wasn't fully formed yet, but anyone with a knack for business would applaud her proposal.

"Mr. Raymond, what do you think?" Aurora finally paused after speaking for about twenty minutes.

"Thirsty?" "Huh?" Aurora blinked, caught off guard. She was still immersed in her grand vision, and his question threw her off.

"Talking so much-doesn't your throat feel dry?" "A little." "Then drink more water. The food will be here soon." "Mr. Raymond, you weren't joking earlier, were you?" Aurora suddenly felt uneasy. After speaking for so long and receiving no feedback from Kyle Raymond, doubt crept in.

Seeing the change in her expression, Kyle Raymond chuckled softly. "Why would I joke with you? Don't worry, I've taken note of everything you said. But for now, I think we should focus on eating." "All right," Aurora agreed, realizing she was, indeed, hungry. Her thoughts felt sharper now, and the future seemed full of possibilities.

The dishes were exquisite, but Aurora ate quickly. "Mr. Raymond, I chere today for two things. I think it's tyou givean answer." "Hmm. Your ideas are good, but not entirely complete. Here's what I suggest-when I return, I'll draft a preliminary plan and send it to you. Then we can discuss further." "Fine. But now, you should giveyour account details. The meal's done." Aurora reminded him of the matter concerning the ruby.

"If we decide to collaborate, I'll gift the ruby to you as a meeting token." He never reclaimed the things he gave away. While $1.5 million wasn't much to Aurora, she was still unused to accepting gifts from strangers.

"But we haven't finalized our cooperation yet..." "Miss Montgomery, are you saying you don't want to work with me?" "That's not it." "Then it's settled. Here's to a pleasant partnership. If you feel uncomfortable accepting it, Miss Montgomery, think of it as a deposit." Kyle Raymond offered another suggestion.

Aurora's eyes flickered. A deposit meant he was committed to the cooperation, which assured her he wouldn't back out.

"All right. I'll wait for your proposal, then." Aurora was filled with excitement, her mind racing with ideas about expanding her brand globally.

Kyle Raymond was right-if she relied solely on her own efforts, her growth would take a long time. But with his help, her progress would far exceed her expectations.

"Hmm." Kyle Raymond studied the elated young woman before him. The last the saw a similar expression on another woman's face was when he bought them clothes or handbags.

But this girl was different. She was satisfied by fulfilling her ambitions. If she were a man, she'd already be a king in the business world, commanding storms with ease.

She was born for this. Although she started late, her future was limitless.

Kyle Raymond settled the bill. He had a few more things to say, but seeing her so excited, he decided this dynamic was good enough for now.

Her happiness brought him a sense of satisfaction. He wanted to see her smile and fulfill her desires.

For now, he suppressed his possessiveness because he knew his aggression would shatter her joy.

"Where's your home? I'll take you back," Kyle Raymond asked as they exited the restaurant.

A cold gust of wind hit them, and Aurora quickly retreated into the car, giving him an address.

On the way back, she continued talking about her ideas. Kyle Raymond thought he must be going mad-he had fallen in love with her voice.

He rarely interrupted, occasionally uttering a sound to show he was listening.

As she spoke, the car grew quiet. He turned to look and found Aurora asleep, her face flushed.

He had noticed earlier that her cheeks were red, but he assumed it was the warmth of the restaurant. Now, her sudden drowsiness seemed out of character.

Reaching over, he touched her forehead. "Damn it. Why is she burning up?"

He recalled how she had worn such a thin dress last night, standing by the window to avoid unwanted attention. The spot she chose was where the air conditioning was the weakest.

The sudden shifts between cold and warmth had likely caused her tom catch a fever. When he called her this NOV morning, her voice had already sounded tired. Had she been forcing herself to meet him all this time? Kyle Raymond couldn't understand it. Did she not realize she was sick? Did she think he would've forced her to cif she told him? Remembering her animated expressions from earlier, Kyle Raymond felt a pang of frustration.

"Sir, should we head to the hospital?" The driver noticed the tension in the air and glanced at the rearview m mirror. Kyle Raymond's cold demeanor had returned, sharp and intimidating. This was the real Kyle Raymond. The polite and gentlemanly version from earlier was merely a facade. Even the driver found it peculiar.

This Miss Montgomery clearly had a way of softening such a cold man.

"No. Take us to the villa," Kyle Raymond ordered.

He disliked hospitals. His villa was immense, large enough to house many idle staff members.

Moreover, due to his preferences in bed, his villa always had a private doctor on call. Swomen often needed immediate medical attention after their twith him.

"Yes, sir." The driver adjusted course, heading toward Kyle Raymond's private estate.

Kyle Raymond glanced at the woman resting against the seat. Her face was unnaturally flushed, and exhaustion clouded her delicate features.

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