Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 449: You Are Not Worthy of Being Compared to Her

As Gemma pondered whether her posture was alluring enough, or if she needed to tug her dress down just a little more, she noticed Ian already walking toward the door.

He was ignoring her, just like that.

All of Gemma's anticipation shattered in an instant. Damn it, what on earth was this man thinking?

"Ian... I feel sick," she murmured, feigning dizziness as she climbed unsteadily off the bed.

She knew Ian was a soft-hearted man, the kind who could never leave someone behind. People like him, with their overly kind nature, were easily manipulated.

"Then go ahead and throw up," Ian said, pausing mid-step but making no move toward her.

"I'm dizzy... Could you help me? I'm afraid I might fall." Gemma's voice was delicate, her expression pitiable.

But Ian didn't react as he normally would. Instead, his gaze was clear and steady as he looked at her.

"Gemma, how much longer are you going to keep up this act?"

"Ian, what are you talking about? I don't understand," Gemma replied, stepping cautiously toward him.

"Tonight's whole setup-it was your doing, wasn't it? You used my friend to call me here. Then you deliberately stirred up their teasing. Every step was calculated, all leading to this moment. So, what's your next move? Strip down and try to seduce me?" Ian's voice was calm, but his words were sharp as he laid out her motives.

Ian wasn't just an academic achiever by chance-his mind was sharper than most. In the past, he had trusted Gemma too much, viewing her as some untouchable goddess. And because of that image, he never once questioned the rumors about her being kept by someone.

how manipulative she was. She thought schemes were flawless, but Ian had

and card games earlier, it was clear she was no novice. Her skills were far

had gone along with her act, just to confirm his suspicions.

indifference. Some truths you had to see with your own eyes to believe. If he hadn't personally witnessed Gemma hanging onto the arm of a middle-aged

about me? I really was just invited to a birthday party tonight. I don't know what kind of schemes you're talking about," Gemma said, shaking her head as she continued to approach

tell me-are you the least bit drunk right now? From what I see, you're more sober

Ian. "Ian, I know I was wrong in the past. I was young and foolish and didn't appreciate you. But I've realized my mistake now. I see how wonderful you are, and I can't live without you anymore. I want

Ian's sleeve, her voice

their freshman year, Ian might have been willing to do anything for her. But back

never truly

only his thick glasses and bangs that had blinded him to her true

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what do you take me for? A soccer ball? Something you can kick away when you don't want it and pick up again when you do? Sorry, but I've rolled far away, and I'm not coming

firm,

been through some life-and-death ordeal together. Think carefully-back then,

Is it because you

clear-there's no chance for us. Not now, not

had never spoken so decisively

know why. It's because you like Aurora. You don't see me as a goddess anymore because you've made her

For the first time, Ian's calm demeanor

you've changed, but I'm a woman. I understand

you look at Aurora, the reason you joined this company-it's all because you