Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 540: I Was Waiting for You

Denis Vukic had arrived just yesterday. Knowing that Aurora was hosting her perfume launch today, how could he not show up to support her?

Aurora held a special place in his heart. She had once revealed the truth to him about the past. Although the Vukic family had moved to New York years ago, their old house in Clothville had never been sold.

When his grandfather was alive, they would return to Clothville every year for the New Year. Back then, young Daria had always said she loved it there.

Could she have returned to Clothville to settle down? Wherever Daria was living now, she most certainly wouldn't still be called Daria Vukic.

He knew nothing about her current life. Even if he wanted to investigate, there was no way to start, especially since Daria had meticulously erased all traces of herself.

The first thing Denis did after landing yesterday was return home. After his grandfather passed away ten years ago, they had never been back.

It was snowing heavily when he stepped off the plane, and he suddenly remembered how Daria used to hate the cold. As children, whenever they went outside, he would wrap a thick scarf around her neck and tuck her hands into his pockets.

So many years had passed. Could Daria still be in this snowy city?

"Hey, why are you walking so fast?" Asher grumbled as he caught up. The two had traveled together-after all, given Asher's close relationship with Aurora, there was no way he'd miss her event.

Both had planned to surprise Aurora, so neither had told her they were coming.

"I need to go somewhere. You head back to the hotel," Denis said flatly, then flagged down a taxi and gave the driver an address. He left Asher shivering in the snowstorm. Before long, Denis arrived at the house. The Vukic family had always been well-off, and their home in Clothville was a small villa. He instructed the taxi to wait outside.

Looking at the familiar house, Denis wished it would be lit up with a warm glow. But of course, Daria wouldn't be foolish enough to live there.

He unlocked the heavy iron gate

large, one

his grandfather had business in Clothville

was thrilled. Everything was new

trying different foods. Even though Denis wasn't

her to the

Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily. Daria excitedly dragged young Denis into the yard.

cold and didn't enjoy childish activities. Yet, despite his protests, he

helped Daria build two snowmen-one large, one small. Daria beamed and declared that the small one was her, and the large

could have predicted what

these were more refined than the ones they'd built as kids, he recognized them instantly. Daria had made

into the house, his voice echoing in the empty space. He flicked on the lights. The house was spotless, free

childhood room. Back then, they had been so young that they often

room.

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had he never realized this? Daria had poured all her feelings into those drawings. One drawing even had the words "Dumb Denny" scrawled on it in her childish handwriting. Denis traced the crooked letters with

only he had been braver back

sign that Daria returned periodically to clean. A surge

changed her name and identity, as long as she came back

Denis felt an overwhelming joy. He rolled on the bed like a child.

occasionally stayed here. Breathing in that familiar scent, Denis felt as though

full-time. The cold and quiet house made Denis's heart ache for the little