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 beceven 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 tmaking 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.

Aurora watched Julian play cards for the first time. One word cto mind: precise.

No one showed 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 still in hand, and weighed every possible outcof each move.

Aurora exchanged a helpless glance with Irene. "Is this even fun? You're calculating everything down to the smallest detail. It's just a gbetween friends. Who cares about winning or losing?" These men, of course, didn't lack money. Losing wasn't the issue.

Julian smiled faintly. "Little Bunny, it's not about money. It's about winning. None of the men here like to lose." Aurora shrugged. Fine. Male pride at work again. What could she do? "Little Bunny, let's go watch a movie. It'll be more interesting than watching them play cards," Irene suggested, waving at her.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." The two women left hand in hand, quickly becoming close friends.

Since Susan had hurt Aurora in the past, she no longer believed in the concept of "best friends." Even Mona, after three years of working together, barely qualified as more than a colleague. Aurora rarely opened up, and their conversations mostly revolved around work.

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

"Little Bunny, do 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, I'll give it to you." "Thanks, Irene. I've been so busy lately, I haven't had tto shop for anything." "Where did you get your nails done? The design is so unique." If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience all for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! When women got together, the conversation inevitably drifted toward clothes and accessories. Once the topic started, it was hard to stop.

"I did them myself," Aurora said modestly. "I'm interested in design and sometimes create my own patterns." She didn't mention that she was the owner of DO.

Irene looked at her 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 hands look so neat and symmetrical. How do you manage that?" "Actually, my left and right hands are equally skilled. I can use chopsticks with either hand, so it's not too difficult for me.

The other day, Julian sawpainting 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 show Irene.

"He did 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, letgrab my tools." Aurora darted off to the entertainment room.

Julian, seeing her rush in with a bright smile, thought she had cto see him. "Little Bunny, I just won!" "Oh," she replied, walking past him without stopping.

"What are you looking for?" "Play your cards. Don't mind me." Aurora rummaged through a cabinet, pulling out nail polish, clippers, and other manicure tools.

She hurried back to the living room and began working on Irene's nails. Both sides were enjoying themselves immensely.

Watching Aurora's unique techniques and designs, Irene couldn't help but marvel. "Little Bunny, you're so talented! If you ever opened a nail salon, you'd steal all the business."

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I just enjoy anything related to design. Alright, all done." Aurora finished the last nail. Irene dried her nails under the lamp, admiring the pattern. With her fair skin, she could easily pull off any color.

Excited about her new nails, Irene rushed over to Nick. "Look! Little Bunny did these for me. Aren't they E beautiful?"

Nick, thrilled that Irene had initiated a conversation with him abandoned hhim his cards and kissed the back of her E hand. "Beautiful." "Brother, are we invisible to you?" Robert protested.

"If you keep talking, you'll wish you were invisible," Nick retorted, his voice icy.

Robert fell silent.

"Straight flush," Denis said coldly, collecting the cards Nick had just played.

Asher chuckled. "See? Showing off never ends well." Although Irene had already retracted her hand, Nick remained delighted. "I don't care." "Well, I have a straight flush too," Julian added, piling on.

"This round's over for you," Robert said gleefully.

"Shut up," Nick snapped.

"You're always picking on me. Hmph," Robert grumbled.

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