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.

the first time.

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 played, calculated the cards

move.

glance with Irene. "Is this even fun? You're calculating everything down to the smallest detail. It's

lack money.

"Little Bunny, it's not about money. It's

shrugged. Fine. Male pride at work again. What could she

interesting than

thinking." The two women left hand in hand, quickly becoming close

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

cousin, she was straightforward and genuine. She often pulled Aurora into conversations about new

you like this new shade too? It's not available in Clothville yet, but I had someone bring it in from abroad. Once it arrives,

busy lately, I haven't had time to shop for anything." "Where did

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sometimes create my own patterns." She didn't mention that she was the owner of

doing it yourself must be a hassle. Your nails on both

my left and right hands are equally skilled. I can use chopsticks with either hand, so it's not too

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 her fingers to

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

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

she replied, walking past him without

you

Aurora rummaged through a

back to the living room and began working on Irene's nails. Both

you're so talented! If you ever