Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

This kind of atmosphere was rare. People from different places, known for their commanding presence in their respective fields, had gathered together. Yet here they were, quietly making dumplings at home.

When Aurora and Irene stepped out, the scene became even more remarkable.

"Little Bunny, I made this," Julian said, his eyes sparkling with pride. Closing billion- dollar deals had never made him this happy, but molding dumplings with his own hands seemed to delight him endlessly.

Aurora glanced at the neatly arranged dumplings in front of him. "Julian, is this your first time making dumplings? They look pretty good."

"I made them especially for you," Julian confessed, carefully hiding the fact that he had thrown countless failed attempts into the trash earlier.

"Thank you, Julian." Aurora leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. Julian had clearly put a lot of effort into it, and it showed in the perfectly crafted dumplings.

Nick, seeing this, quickly called Irene over. "Irene, look! These are the ones I made for you!"

He had made more dumplings than Julian, but Irene simply glanced at them and said, "They're ugly."

Nick was dumbfounded.

Not all women were the same, it seemed. What Nick didn't know was that, despite

Irene's outward criticism, a small sense of delight bloomed inside her. She just chose to keep it to herself.

"Alright, I'll put them in the pot," Aurora interjected, attempting to ease the tension. "Mine are for Irene," Nick insisted. "Keep them separate."

Aurora sighed inwardly. People always said women were complicated, but it seemed men weren't much better. One was pickier than the next.

Dinner was lively, filled with banter and laughter. Afterward, the men gathered to play cards.

first time. One

their emotions, playing in an organized and methodical way. It was like their minds were finely tuned machines. They remembered every card that had been

move.

a helpless glance with Irene. "Is this even fun? You're calculating everything down to the smallest detail. It's just a game between friends. Who cares

men, of course, didn't lack money. Losing wasn't

money. It's about winning. None of the men

at

be more interesting than watching them play cards," Irene suggested, waving at

women left

believed in the concept of "best friends." Even Mona, after three years

was different. As Julian's cousin, she was straightforward and genuine. She often pulled Aurora into conversations about new product launches and trending

available in Clothville yet, but I had someone bring it in

time to shop for anything." "Where did you get your nails done? The design is

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modestly. "I'm interested in design and sometimes create my own patterns." She didn't mention

so talented. Julian is lucky to have you. But doing it yourself must be a

right hands are equally skilled. I can use chopsticks

Julian saw me painting my nails and thought it was fun, so he painted two of my nails himself. Look, these two are his work." Aurora

that? He's more thoughtful than I thought. Speaking of which, I don't like the pattern on my nails anymore. Can you do mine?" Irene asked, seizing the opportunity. "Sure, let me grab my tools." Aurora

bright smile, thought she had come to see him. "Little Bunny, I just

she replied, walking past him without

are you

mind me." Aurora rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out nail polish, clippers, and other manicure

to the living room and began working

couldn't help but marvel. "Little Bunny, you're so talented! If you ever opened a nail salon, you'd