Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 513: His Tenderness She had once resisted this sort of thing, especially when it first happened as an exchange - with a man she believed to be a stranger at the time.

Afterward, she developed an instinctive aversion and rejection toward intimacy of this nature. Asher had been aware of this, which is why, even when they shared the sbed, he never crossed any boundaries.

It wasn't until she was with Julian that she began to untangle the knots in her heart. She finally understood that such moments, shared with someone you love, were no longer tainted.

Julian kept her awake the entire night, proving his words true: he wanted her to know just how much he had missed her.

At 4:30 a. m., when she could no longer keep her eyes open, he finally let her rest. As soon as he released her, she fell asleep almost instantly, murmuring, "So tired." Every tshe fell asleep, Julian would tenderly carry her to the bathroom to clean her up. Aurora, completely unguarded in her subconscious trust for him, buried her face in his chest and allowed him to wash her without ever waking.

What Julian cherished most was this pure, wholehearted trust. With a soft smile curling his lips, he gently washed away the traces of himself from her body.

However, cleaning her up was always the most torturous part. Her soft, fair skin tempted him endlessly, but when he saw the exhaustion written across her delicate features, he suppressed his desires and focused on taking care of her.

A woman's strength could never match a man's, and seeing her sweetly asleep, he couldn't bear to disturb her further. With great care, he carried her back to bed.

Julian had always preferred cooler bedding in the winter; his personality was distant, even in sleep. But this year, with Aurora by his side, he took her needs into account. Knowing her body couldn't handle the cold, he had already replaced the sheets and duvet before she returned home.

He laid her down on a plush white blanket, ensuring her skin wouldn't touch the slightest chill. Aurora, lying bare on the snowy-white fabric, looked as pure and flawless as a newborn child.

Switching off the light, Julian lay down beside her. The small woman instinctively curled into his arms, her tiny movement filling him with an incomparable warmth.

With you here, no winter will ever feel cold again.

Holding Aurora close, he fell into a deep sleep. But just hours later, he was awake again for work.

As he moved, Aurora stirred slightly, her sleepy eyes fluttering open. Her soft, dazed gaze met his. "Julian, are you leaving already?" "Mm," he murmured, his voice low and gentle. "It's still early. Go back to sleep. Don't go to the office today; you've just returned. Rest and adjust to the tdifference." His considerate tone was like a soothing balm. Aurora, eyes shut and lips pouting, seemed to be asking for a good morning kiss.

How could he refuse? He pressed a kiss to her lips before getting up. If not for his strong self-control, he might not have been able to leave her side at all.

What could be more blissful than holding the woman you love on a snowy winter morning? But Julian wasn't an ordinary man. To protect her, he needed to strengthen his wings, to ensure she could always sleep peacefully within his embrace.

"Julian, chearly," Aurora murmured before drifting back to sleep. Once a woman who would rise unfailingly at six or seven every morning, her once-steely discipline had softened under his indulgence.

Glancing back at her small figure curled beneath the blankets, she reminded him of a sweet, lovable kitten. The sight of her made his heart melt.

She no longer needed to maintain a tough exterior around him. Her newfound softness suited her perfectly. After washing up quietly, Julian felt refreshed and energized. He tiptoed out of the room, carefully closing the door to avoid waking her.

When Aurora woke again, it was already 11 a. m. During her tin New York, she had maintained a strict routine, going to bed at midnight and rising at six. Yet, whenever she was with Julian, her willpower seemingly dissolved.

Stretching with a yawn, she lazily sat up in bed. The blanket slipped down to her waist, revealing her flawless curves and the faint marks of his affection.

If Julian were here to see her languid posture, he would undoubtedly pounce like a ravenous wolf. Aurora stepped out of bed barefoot, her feet landing on a soft, warm carpet. Julian knew she liked walking around barefoot indoors, and, afraid that the winter cold might bother her, he had covered the floors upstairs and downstairs with thick carpeting. At night, he would turn off the heater to prevent the room from becoming overly dry. The thick blanket and their intertwined bodies kept them warm enough. But every morning, before he left for work, he would quietly turn the heater back on, worried she might kick off the covers in her sleep and catch a cold.

The warmth of the heater and the softness of the carpet wrapped around her like his love. Aurora threw on a light robe and padded barefoot across the room, feeling completely at ease.

That man's love was so meticulous, weaving into every corner of her life. How could she not love him in return? Walking to the window, she pulled back the heavy curtains. Snow was still falling, blanketing the world outside in white.

Beautiful.

Looking down at the yard, she noticed a heart-shaped mound of snow. Julian knew she liked to spend a few minutes by the window each morning, gazing at the weather. Despite his rush to work, he had taken the tto create the snowy heart, ensuring it would be the first thing she saw when she woke.

The surrounding snow had been swept clean, and the butler, om determined to preserve Julian's handiwork, had been shoveling snow every hour to prevent it from being buried.

Seeing the heart, Aurora's lips curved into a soft smile. She thought back to the night she first met four years ago, him! Back then, she had thought she'd encountered a demon. Who would've guessed that she'd one day form an unbreakable bond with that demon? Stripping away his cold exterior revealed a man so romantic and tender.

In high spirits, Aurora got dressed and freshened up before heading downstairs.

Mrs. Hill greeted her warmly. "You're awake! Ceat. Mr. Bamade you a plate of spaghetti this morning. Letheat it up for you." Another surprise. Just yesterday, she'd casually mentioned missing his spaghetti. And, of course, he remembered.

The world would never know that the stern, commanding young CEO had spent his morning making pasta and sculpting hearts in the snow.

This side of him was hers alone - his tenderness reserved only for the one he would love for a lifetime.

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