Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 528: A Perfect Match

The two arrived at the airport together as snowflakes drifted lazily from the sky, as if Christmas Eve wouldn't be complete without a blanket of snow. The city, already bustling with life, seemed even more vibrant under the snowfall. They had arrived over an hour early, knowing full well that in this weather, planes were only likely to be delayed, never early. Still, to avoid any slip-ups, they decided arriving ahead of time was the safer choice.

"There's still time. I'll go explore the airport," Gemma said after noticing from the display board that the plane would be delayed by half an hour. Being the restless woman she was, there was no way she could sit still and wait.

"Go ahead," Heather replied calmly. She wasn't the type to argue over such things. Heather headed to the café near the arrivals area, ordered a few snacks, and sent Ian a selfie of herself wrapped snugly in a scarf. Ian, standing outside a shopping mall, was rehearsing and coordinating with the event manager when he glanced at his phone. Her bright, beaming smile lifted his spirits immediately.

"This is the first Christmas gift I've ever received from a guy. I'm so happy. Thank you!" Heather's message included a playful little emoji at the end. Reserved by nature, she was the kind of person who would blush just from holding hands.

Ian couldn't help but think back to when Gemma had thrown that scarf at him. In hindsight, it was a blessing. If she hadn't, he might never have seen through her true nature, and he would still be foolishly trailing behind her. And if that had happened, how could he have met someone as wonderful as Heather?

"From now on, I'll spend every Christmas with you," Ian typed back with a smile.

Heather's heart warmed as she read his message. Looking at the swirling snow outside, she thought of Ian, who had rushed from the office to the event venue without a moment's rest. Her heart ached for him.

Ian had been busy nonstop lately, with no time for a proper break, let alone a vacation. She knew how much Aurora meant to him-his relentless efforts weren't just for the company but also for her.

But Heather didn't feel jealous at all. She understood Ian's feelings. Perhaps he once had a bit of affection for Aurora, but now that affection had gradually shifted toward her. Aurora, too, held a special place in their hearts. She was like a lighthouse, always guiding them through moments of uncertainty.

"Stay warm. Don't catch a cold," Heather messaged.

quickly replied with a simple acknowledgment before putting away his phone. He returned to overseeing the event preparations, suggesting a few changes to the flow despite the

anyone as meticulous and

but wonder just how much Ian's company was paying him to make him work this hard. Standing in

different event plans before Mona and Aurora finalized one. Ian had

Rolls-Royce approached from the distance. The manager, who had been about to retreat into the warmth of an air-conditioned room, hurried back

a sleek black umbrella before holding the

appear was a pair of elegant black high heels, followed by a sharp, tailored black skirt. A woman stepped out, her presence commanding attention. She wore a fitted black A-line dress beneath a luxurious wool coat, her hands adorned with leather gloves accented by lace. Her softly curled hair fell gracefully down her back, and her face, lightly touched with flawless makeup, exuded

a depth and sharpness that seemed beyond her years. She radiated an icy intensity that made it impossible for anyone to

and elegant, but no one dared

matching hers. His tall, imposing frame and magnetic presence made him impossible to ignore. He didn't need to do anything to command respect; just standing

As the man moved to her side, the harmony between them was undeniable, as though they were

gentlemanly grace. Despite the heavy snowfall, their presence seemed to chase away the cold.

an umbrella for Aurora. The bond between Aurora and Julian was unbreakable, leaving no room

attention, their brilliance as striking as the moon's glow.

Ian. From afar, she had already noticed him, standing in the snow without an umbrella, his

anymore. I can have someone demonstrate it for you now," Ian replied, snowflakes

well aware of his hard work. She had chosen the right person for the

"Rocky," she called.

"Yes, Mrs. Barnet?"