Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 542: Heating Pad

Aurora stood in front of the thick, down-filled coat, her lips tugging into a faint pout. It was this year's latest design-stylish and expertly crafted-but no matter how fashionable it was, a down jacket could never rival the elegance of a tailored coat.

From across the room, Julian watched her with an amused smile. Aurora, who always carried herself with the poise of royalty in public, only let this softer, more candid side show when they were alone. It was a sight that never failed to warm him.

As if drawn by instinct, he walked over and slipped his arms around her from behind, his chin brushing her shoulder.

"If you don't want to wear the down jacket, don't," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. "Just remember: it's freezing out there."

Aurora tilted her head slightly, her gaze still fixed on the coat. "It's fine," she said at last. "I'll wear this one."

She reached for a long black coat and slipped it on, pairing it seamlessly with a dark navy dress beneath. The combination was sleek, understated, and undeniably elegant.

As she adjusted her outfit with practiced ease, Julian returned, carrying a small bundle in his hands.

"Julian, what's that?"

"Heating pads," he said simply.

Aurora raised an eyebrow. "Heating pads?"

Julian chuckled. "Yeah. Yesterday, during the rehearsal, you were freezing, even though it was a short one. Today's going to be much longer, and I don't want you catching a cold."

He had discreetly consulted Rocky the day before, asking for advice on keeping Aurora warm without compromising her style. Rocky, ever the resourceful one, had suggested heating pads-a winter essential Julian had thought to be useful only when Aurora was on her period.

the packages, peeled off the backing, and gently pressed it against the fabric of her thermal layer at her waist. He smoothed it down with

her body. "Why didn't I think of this?" she said

light but lingering. Julian grinned. "You're too busy ruling the world. Somebody's

laughed, the sound soft

routine. Today's look was more intricate than usual; there was no room for error with so many reporters expected. Once her makeup

car rolled to a stop near Julian's company building, but when Aurora glanced over, she noticed he

of curiosity in her voice. "Aren't you going

shook his head, his tone light. "It's Sunday. Even if it wasn't, I wouldn't miss your perfume launch for anything. It's a

there for my big moments." "Always," Julian said, reaching

sea of people had gathered, and the air buzzed with anticipation. Across the plaza, another stage had been set up for a competing

from Clothville, to appear at his event. Sophie's massive

crowd as they stepped out of the car. The sheer size

under her breath, marveling at the power of celebrity culture. Fans had

them were celebrities, their striking looks and natural chemistry drew countless stares. Passersby whispered to one another, captivated

stop hearts. Even fans who had come for Sophie

she would take the industry by storm. But he knew she had no interest in that

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Ian appeared, looking like

hair was a mess, and dark circles

rough," Aurora said, her tone light, though there was a hint of

prepped for snow,