Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 535: The Plan

"You think you're so clever!" Gemma huffed coldly. Today, her attempt to outsmart

Candy had backfired spectacularly, leaving her humiliated. Frustrated and fuming, she had nowhere to vent her anger. Now, being lectured by Heather only made her feel like she might explode.

Heather was about to say more when she noticed her phone ringing. It was Ian.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Come downstairs. I'm waiting for you at the hotel entrance," Ian's voice came through.

"Okay, I'll be right there." She had no idea why he was outside so late, but she went downstairs obediently.

It was already 10:30 at night, and Heather was puzzled by Ian's presence. Snow was falling heavily, and in just ten minutes of waiting, a thin layer of snow had already settled on Ian's shoulders.

Heather ran out to him, her face filled with concern. "Why are you still out here so late? You should be resting; you've been exhausted these past few days."

"It's Christmas Eve. I wanted to give you something." Ian handed her a beautifully wrapped box. It was a tradition on Christmas Eve to exchange apples as a gesture of good luck.

"You came all this way just to give me an apple? Are you crazy?" Heather brushed the snow off his head and shoulders.

Ian's eyes fell on the scarf around her neck, and warmth filled his heart. If she didn't like it, she wouldn't still be wearing it.

"I just wanted to see you. Goodnight." Ian leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before quickly running off.

He was like a child, Heather thought, touching the spot where he had kissed her. Though it was only a light, fleeting touch, his lips were icy cold, like a snowflake landing on her face. Yet her heart felt warm.

She sent him a message: "The snow is heavy, be careful."

"Okay," Ian replied almost instantly.

Opening the beautifully crafted wooden box, she found a bright red apple inside, just as she had expected. But under the apple, there was something else-a

Tiffany T bracelet, the same one she had seen at the store a while ago. The five-figure

still had a long way to go. She had only glanced at the bracelet before leaving the store, never

intending to repay Aurora for the clothes she had bought him. But the company's finance department

for Heather. He knew if he gave

box was also a small

most, and you deserve the best. This bracelet is just the beginning. I will work hard to give

were no flowery romantic words, just Ian's practical sincerity, perfectly reflecting

people living ordinary lives. Not everyone was like Aurora and Julian, larger-than-life main characters with grand gestures and extravagant gifts. Ian had done his best, even though

someone the

heart swelling with warmth and sweetness, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa. Carefully, she put

she returned to her room, she found it empty. Gemma

late? Heather called her. "Where are

so I went to get one for her," Gemma replied. "Okay, come back soon. It's cold outside."

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like to drink?" the cashier

freshly squeezed juice, heated,"

What flavor would you

"Banana," she replied.

"Got it."

juice to it?" Gemma suddenly asked, as if

just thought of something.

course, banana and

some milk,"

the

carefully opened the lid and

dominated, and the milk diluted the

remembered clearly-Candy's file stated that she