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.

Julian play cards for the first time. One word came to mind:

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

move.

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

didn't lack money. Losing wasn't the

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

pride at work again. What could she

watch a movie. It'll be more interesting than watching them play

women left hand in hand,

friends." Even Mona, after three years of working together, barely qualified as more than a colleague. Aurora rarely opened up,

As Julian's cousin, she was straightforward and genuine. She often pulled Aurora into conversations about

Bunny, do you like this new shade too? It's not available in Clothville yet, but I had someone bring it in from

haven't had time to shop for anything." "Where did you get your nails done? The design is so

next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When women got together, the conversation inevitably drifted toward

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

with admiration. "Little Bunny, you're so talented. Julian is lucky to have you. But doing it yourself must be a hassle. Your nails on both

can use chopsticks with either hand, so it's

other day, 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 spread

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 darted off to the

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

walking past

are you

your cards. Don't mind me." Aurora rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out nail polish, clippers, and

room and began working on Irene's nails. Both

unique techniques and designs, Irene couldn't help but marvel. "Little Bunny, you're so talented! If