Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 511: The Shameless Man The sound of familiar voices echoed in the snowy night. Even without seeing their faces, one could feel the man's affection and the woman's delight.

Under the glow of the SUV's headlights, two figures emerged. Amid the swirling snow, the man held the woman's hands, blowing warm air onto them.

"Julian, we're almost home. You don't need to warm my hands anymore," Aurora said softly.

"Alright, let's go home," Julian replied, slipping her hands into his coat pocket. The two walked closely, almost inseparable, as though bound together.

Aurora glanced up and saw Susan, Hayden, and Marcos standing near the car. The three of them together looked like the most awkward gathering imaginable.

Aurora recalled being dragged by Asher to watch a spectacle not long ago-Susan had announced her withdrawal from the entertainment industry for Marcos and divorced Hayden.

To Aurora, it seemed like a sensible decision. The greatest misery for a woman was living a lifetwith a man who didn't love her.

Hayden had once told Aurora outright that his marriage to Susan was a calculated move to acquire shares in the Alvarez family business. Once he had them, he planned to discard her.

Susan's initiation of divorce was exactly what Hayden wanted. Marrying a man who schemed even during their union-how could Susan ever find true happiness? The happiness she had displayed to the public had been nothing but a facade. Now, with the dust settled, Susan had lost her reputation. Aurora couldn't tell if it had all been worth it.

Years ago, Susan had fought tooth and nail to claim Hayden, never imagining this would be her ending. If she had known, would she have still thrown herself into the fire? Aurora chuckled wryly. It was all Susan's choice-there was no one else to blame.

Aurora decided there was no need to greet Susan, especially given how awkward the situation already was. "Let's go inside. It's cold out here," Julian said, sensing her thoughts. He had no intention of acknowledging Marcos, given their fallout over the endorsement deal. Julian was not one to forgive easily.

"Alright." Just as they were about to leave, Hayden stepped forward. "Aurora, when did you get back?" Having been addressed, Aurora couldn't ignore him. She paused and replied, "I just got off the plane. How's your hand?" "Much better." Hayden hesitated, wanting to say more, but the presence of others held him back. "It's cold outside. You should head in." "Okay." Aurora caught the concern in his eyes and felt a bit unsettled. She had always considered him just another passerby, but his injury for her sake had complicated their relationship.

Julian led her inside. Meanwhile, Susan watched Hayden's shifting expressions, remembering how she had been with him for so long yet had never seen such emotions on his face-not even during their divorce.

It was clear Hayden truly cared for Aurora. The realization made Susan uncomfortable. She had never received such attention from Hayden, even after their relationship ended.

What kind of man had she married? If only she had never fallen in love with him.

"Susan, let's go," Marcos urged. Susan, radiating bitterness, got into the car without saying goodbye.

As the car slowly drove away, Hayden stood alone under the streetlight. Snow swirled around him, blanketing the world in white.

He stood motionless, like a statue, gazing at the warmly lit villa in the distance. He could almost picture the scene inside: Aurora, having just taken off her coat, would have Julian brush the snow from her hair. They'd sit together by the dining table, sharing a peaceful dinner.

The scene was harmonious-except for the fact that he wasn't part of it.

Hayden stayed rooted in place. Inside, Julian inexplicably glanced out the window. His gaze locked with Hayden's, and without a word, Julian pulled the curtains shut, cutting off the man's view.

Aurora, in the middle of removing her coat, noticed Julian's unusual behavior. He had never been one to draw the curtains before.

"Julian, why are you closing the curtains? The snow outside looks beautiful," Aurora asked, imagining herself enjoying dinner by the floor-to-ceiling windows while admiring the snowfall.

"The snow will still be there tomorrow. You can enjoy it in the morning," Julian said casually, offering a flimsy excuse.

"Alright." Aurora didn't dwell on it. Dinner would take another thirty minutes to prepare. "Julian, I'll head upstairs for a shower."

"Go ahead." Julian worried she might catch a cold, given the drastic temperature difference after beim return. The rare, decade-defining snowstorm wasn't helping either. Aurora's body was frozen to the bone, and she quickly submerged herself in the warmth of the bathtub.

If you're loving the book, nel5sis where the adventure continues. Join us for the complete experience ath for free. The next chapter is eagerly waiting for you! Over the years, Aurora had lived in many different places, from shabby rentals to luxurious downtown apartments. Yet none of them had felt like home. But this villa in Clothville was different. It wasn't due to its grandeur but because it housed Julian-a man who was always waiting for her return.

When she was cold, he warmed her hands. When she was hungry, he clumsily prepared pasta. If she woke up thirsty in the middle of the night, he fetched her water without a word.

He cared for her in ways that were thoughtful and meticulous. Though she wasn't a child, he claimed he enjoyed taking care of her.

Thinking of Julian's kindness, Aurora couldn't help but smile. In the freezing winter, just the thought of him warmed her heart like sunlight.

How lucky she was to have met him.

Just as the thought crossed her mind, the bathroom door suddenly m opened. Julian an entered having already shed his coat and vest, leaving him in just a white shirt and trousers. His slightly longer hair softened his features. Aurora looked at him helplessly. "What are you doing here?" "I felt a bit cold and cto warm up," he said shamelessly. It had been too long since he'd seen her, and he was barely holding himself together.

Aurora watched as he began unbuttoning his shirt. "There are other bathrooms." "But none of them have you," he replied, his movements graceful and undeniably attractive.

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