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Chapter 455: Alone When she asked what she was curious about, Denis Vukic's brows lifted slightly with interest. "Go ahead," he said.

"Yesterday on the plane, when there was turbulence, how did you know it would calm down in exactly twenty seconds?" Aurora had been amazed at the time. This man seemed almost supernatural-he could easily set up a fortune-telling booth.

"I calculated it based on the cloud patterns," Denis replied nonchalantly. Aurora, who had been too terrified to even open her eyes during the turbulence, couldn't fathom how he'd had the presence of mind to look at the clouds. Thinking back, though, Denis had been seated by the window.

So, while everyone else was panicking about a potential crash, he had been calmly analyzing the situation. "Mr. Vukic, you're incredible," Aurora said sincerely, full of admiration.

"I used to fly planes," Denis stated matter-of-factly. Aurora stared at him, stunned. This man was extraordinary.

He had flown planes before? She wanted to ask more, but a glance at Denis's expression stopped her. There were certain things a stranger like her shouldn't pry into. A knock on the door interrupted them. An assistant entered, carrying two high-end lunchboxes from a nearby restaurant-Denis's favorite dishes. Each box was worth about a hundred dollars.

"Let's eat," Denis said as he returned to his seat. Aurora had already tried twice to leave, but he'd refused both times. She gave up and sat down to eat.

"Thank you," she murmured.

Seated face-to-face, Denis ate in silence. His movements were elegant but swift, leaving Aurora wondering if he'd been in the military.

He said he used to fly planes-could he have been a pilot? But given his status, that didn't seem likely.

Aurora didn't dare ask more. She picked at her food, grateful that at least she didn't have to drink the bitter herbal tea he'd offered before-she'd narrowly escaped that ordeal.

In less than five minutes, Denis had polished off his meal. True to his personality, not a single grain of rice was left behind. He wiped his hands clean and tidied the table.

Aurora, meanwhile, had barely eaten a third of her meal. There was no way she could match his speed.

Just as she was about to declare herself full, she noticed Denis staring at her intently.

"Um... Mr. Vukic, are you still hungry?" she asked nervously.

They weren't close enough for her to offer him food from her lunchbox.

"I'm full," Denis replied.

Aurora was speechless. If he was full, why was he staring at her food like that? "Well, I'm full too," she said quickly, feeling too self-conscious to eat under his gaze. Denis frowned at her barely- touched meal. Did all women eat so little? "Finish it," he said.

"But I really can't eat anymore," Aurora said, assuming this was just his way of being hospitable.

"Finish it, or our agreement is off. I won't watch you eat, if that helps," he added, as if realizing his gaze might be making her uncomfortable.

Aurora had no choice but to keep eating. To her surprise, the food was quite good, and she eventually managed to finish it.

True to his word, Denis didn't look at her directly while she ate. But out of the corner of his eye, he kept her in sight.

Even as he worked through contracts and documents, his thoughts strayed. Do all women eat so slowly? Why did she eat like a little rabbit? Aurora obediently tidied the table after finishing her meal. She glanced at the clock-it was only 12:30. How much longer until he was done for the day? She decided to keep herself occupied. "Mr. Vukic, may I read these books?" "Go ahead," Denis replied. He only cared that she stayed by his side. He wasn't restricting her freedom.

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! Aurora picked up a few business magazines and started flipping through them. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapping her in a warm glow.

The room's air conditioning was perfectly set, and the combination of warmth and quiet soon made Aurora drowsy.

From the moment she entered, Denis's attention had been half on her. His usual efficiency was nowhere to be found. His peripheral vision constantly caught her delicate figure.

When he saw her succumb to sleep, he guessed it was due to jet lag. She had only recently returned to the city, and her body was still on Clothville time.

In Clothville, it was only early morning.

Denis stood up quietly and walked over to her. She had fallen asleep on the couch, books scattered around her. Her dark hair framed her face softly, and under the sunlight, her skin looked as flawless as snow.

This sleeping face-he had memorized it on the plane.

Crouching down beside her, he gazed at her with a tenderness he rarely showed. His fingers itched to touch her cheek, to see if it was as soft as it looked.

But before he could, his eyes landed on her hand.

Her slender fingers wore a large diamond ring on her middle finger. The sunlight caught the diamond, casting a dazzling reflection.

She was engaged.

His gaze darkened. A woman this beautiful-who wouldn't want to claim her? She was curled up slightly, like a sleeping shrimp. Denis removed his suit jacket and draped it over her.

The room was quiet except for the occasional sound of his fingers typing on the keyboard. Even when his secretary cin, Denis sent her away immediately. He didn't want anything disturbing Aurora's rest.

Aurora's body was still on Clothville's schedule. She slept until five in the afternoon.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience Tall for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Denis had finished most of his work by then. He stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows, surveying the city below while waiting for her to wake. When she finally stirred, her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings.

Aurora groggily opened her eyes, feeling well-rested. For a moment, she thought she was in her own bed. Then she saw the man standing nearby. Half-asleep, she murmured, "Julian, I want water." Her soft, pleading tone sent a shiver through Denis. That one sentence, spoken so casually, nearly undid him.

If she had asked for the stars, he would have found a way to give them to her. Instead, he brought her a glass of juice.

Aurora took a few sips and fully woke up. Her face turned pale when she realized she had fallen asleep in Denis Vukic's office.

"Mr. Vukic, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" She scrambled to sit up, flustered.

"Do you want more?" Denis asked, his gaze meeting her wide, deer-like eyes.

Aurora noticed the juice still in his hand and felt even more embarrassed. She had mistaken him for Julian earlier.

"No, thank you," she said quickly, removing his jacket from her shoulders. "Thank you for this, Mr. Vukic."

"Now that you're awake, get up and cwith me. I'm off work," Denis said, placing the juice in her hand and picking up his jacket. After spending the afternoon near her, his jacket now carried a faint scent of her-subtle and unique, unlike the overwhelming perfumes of other women.

Her warmth still lingered on the fabric.

As he held it, the corners of Denis's mouth lifted into a rare smile.

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