Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Aurora spotted Julian as well. Beside him stood Mira and two others, one of whom looked like an assistant. Before Julian could greet them, the two strangers noticed Gore and approached him warmly.

"Hello," they said.

"Hi," Gore replied.

"Your girlfriend is so beautiful," one of the foreigners complimented.

The moment Julian heard the word "girlfriend," his expression darkened further. "Sorry, she is my girl!" he said coldly.

Everyone was a bit confused. Both sides seemed to know each other, and the woman standing next to Gore turned out to be Julian's girlfriend? The world truly was full of surprises.

The atmosphere grew awkward for a moment, but Aurora remained calm and collected. She stepped forward to greet them without the slightest sign of discomfort. "Since we're all friends, why don't we have lunch together?" Mira suggested.

The group agreed, except for Gore, who was visibly displeased. He had taken an early flight to get there, not to watch Aurora and Julian flaunt their affection.

Julian and Gore had crossed paths before, but neither had expected to meet again under these circumstances.

Julian immediately placed his arm around Aurora's waist, positioning himself between her and Gore. He had thought keeping her close in Clothville would ensure her safety, but now, the woman who had been nestled in his embrace that morning was suddenly standing beside another man.

Julian wasn't sure if he had underestimated Aurora's charm or overestimated his own capabilities. Either way, it tired him. Aurora's knack for attracting attention left him helpless.

Though he reminded himself that Aurora and Gore were likely just work associates- given her position as a DO-he couldn't suppress his displeasure.

they sat down for lunch, Julian instinctively chose the seat to Aurora's left, while Gore, unbothered, seated himself

don't mind me sitting here?" Gore said after already

couldn't very well ask him to move with others around,

earlier-your man isn't generous at all," Gore murmured teasingly into

stirring the pot-he had done it with Asher in the past, and now Julian was

gently tug on his hand,

they had company, the conversation stayed light,

one, carried the conversation easily. Julian, though equally knowledgeable, was naturally reserved and rarely

engaging the group. Instead, he focused entirely on her, serving

and set it aside to cool before offering it to her. He also picked out her favorite dishes, meticulously peeling

serving her. At home, he took it even further-if he could chew the food

accustomed to his care. Now, it felt natural

much Aurora meant to Julian, couldn't help but feel a pang of envy. This iron-fisted CEO, feared by his

fancied himself a ladies' man, prided himself on being charming and gentlemanly. He had always believed that his attentions made women fall head over

understood why she had chosen Julian and

warmth was reserved exclusively for Aurora. In contrast, Gore's affections were fleeting-he

win over, and now he understood why. She was fiercely independent, and even after accepting Julian's love, she hadn't lost her

Julian, but she didn't depend on him. She remained true to herself, and it was precisely this quality that made her

his part, gave her the freedom to spread her wings, a lesson Gore only

that set them apart from the rest. They seemed

meal, occasionally offering a dish to