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

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

man had a way of touching her heart with

as he followed her footprints,

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

villa community wasn't bustling like a busy street; it was quiet and secluded. Yet the 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

such lengths to preserve

romantic. His embrace felt

he would shield her from anything that came her way. Julian

a sense of security. Many married women and mothers still lacked this feeling. True security couldn't be bought with a few grand gestures-it was built over time, like

Aurora, who had once been as guarded as a hedgehog, had withdrawn her spikes to reveal her softer side

had changed her; it had transformed their relationship. Aurora had come to trust

a kiss to

or material wealth. Coming from a privileged background, she had

that couldn't be measured by money

Daria. Compared to them, Aurora felt incredibly fortunate to have

blend of youthful, innocent love and the deep,

a quick kiss. But he held the