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.

Denis walked to the gate. He unlocked the heavy iron gate and stepped into the yard, only

stood two snowmen-one large, one small. The two

first year at their house. Back then, his grandfather had business in Clothville and

New York before, was thrilled. Everything was

different foods. Even though Denis wasn't familiar with the area

the local

Daria excitedly dragged young Denis into the

coldly. He had always hated the cold and didn't enjoy childish activities. Yet, despite

he crouched down and helped Daria build two snowmen-one large, one small. Daria beamed and declared that the small one

simpler time. Who could

frenzy. Although these were more refined than the ones they'd built as kids, he

He flicked on the lights. The house was spotless, free

been so young that they often ate

room.

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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

He had loved her for so many years but never dared to confess. If only he had been braver back then, if only he had told her how

maintained, a sign that Daria returned periodically to clean. A surge of hope filled Denis's

if she had changed her name and identity, as long as she came back here, they would

proof-Daria hadn't changed. She still loved him. Knowing this, Denis felt an overwhelming joy. He rolled on the bed like a child. The faint

bedding meant she had occasionally stayed here. Breathing in that

here full-time. The cold and quiet house made Denis's heart ache for the little girl who had always been afraid of the cold, the dark, and creepy crawlers. She must have been terrified sleeping