Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 509: A Romantic Surprise

The car slowed down as it approached their seaside villa. Before they arrived home, Julian signaled the driver to stop early.

Aurora looked at him, puzzled. "Julian, we're not home yet."

"You wanted to see the snow, didn't you? Come, I'll show you," Julian said gently.

Aurora smiled softly and stepped out of the car with him. Outside, the world was blanketed in snow, the cold air sharp yet mesmerizing. Gone was the melancholy of autumn, replaced by a stark and serene beauty.

The trees along the roadside were heavy with snow, their branches bowed under the weight. The snowfall showed no sign of stopping, the flakes swirling endlessly in the glow of the streetlights.

As soon as Aurora stepped out, a biting wind greeted her. Clothville's temperature had dropped to ten degrees below zero-colder than New York. She exhaled into her hands for warmth, but before she could adjust, Julian slipped off his gloves and gently placed them on her hands.

Her small hands disappeared into the oversized gloves, a sensation that reminded her of wearing his shirt once-it felt strangely intimate.

Now she understood why Julian had stopped the car early. Ahead of them lay an untouched expanse of snow, pristine and shimmering under the light. The trees were adorned with twinkling fairy lights, casting a magical glow.

The scene was like something out of a fairytale-breathtakingly beautiful, even more so than the snow she'd glimpsed at the airport.

Aurora hesitated for a moment, reluctant to disturb the perfect snow with her footprints. But then, carefully, she stepped forward, leaving delicate imprints behind her.

She crouched down to touch the thick snow, grateful she'd worn snow boots. Her boots sank deeply into the snowy ground, further emphasizing the untouched purity of the scene.

in this enchanted wonderland. On the side, the twinkling lights spelled out the words: Welcome

was Julian's way of welcoming her home-not grand or extravagant, but thoughtful

man had a way of touching her heart with

Bunny?" Julian asked as he followed her

filled with a quiet romance. Aurora nodded, her voice soft. "Thank you,

untouched snow, with no footprints or tire marks, seemed peculiar. Aurora quickly realized: Julian must have arranged for the road to be blocked off in advance. As the owner of the development, it would have been a simple

to such lengths to

into a man who was nothing short of romantic. His embrace

that he would shield her from anything that

women and mothers still lacked this feeling. True security couldn't be

Slowly, Aurora, who had once been as guarded as a hedgehog,

her; it had transformed their relationship. Aurora had come

to the

privileged background, she had never lacked for money. Expensive jewelry, cars, or

were thoughtful, meaningful gestures-gifts that couldn't be measured

his arms, her thoughts drifting to their friends Denis and Daria. Compared to them, Aurora felt incredibly fortunate to have Julian. She wrapped her arms around his neck, stood on

and the deep, enduring bond of a long-married couple. It

give Julian a quick kiss. But he held