Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Chapter 535: The Plan "You think you're so clever!" Gemma huffed coldly. Today, her attempt to outsmart Candy had backfired spectacularly, leaving her humiliated. Frustrated and fuming, she had nowhere to vent her anger. Now, being lectured by Heather only made her feel like she might explode.

Heather was about to say more when she noticed her phone ringing. It was lan. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Cdownstairs. I'm waiting for you at the hotel entrance," lan's voice cthrough.

"Okay, I'll be right there." She had no idea why he was outside so late, but she went downstairs obediently.

It was already 10:30 at night, and Heather was puzzled by lan's presence. Snow was falling heavily, and in just ten minutes of waiting, a thin layer of snow had already settled on lan's shoulders.

Heather ran out to him, her face filled with concern. "Why are you still out here so late? You should be resting; you've been exhausted these past few days." "It's Christmas Eve. I wanted to give you something." lan handed her a beautifully wrapped box. It was a tradition on Christmas Eve to exchange apples as a gesture of good luck.

"You call this way just to givean apple? Are you crazy?" Heather brushed the snow off his head and shoulders.

lan's eyes fell on the scarf around her neck, and warmth filled his heart. If she didn't like it, she wouldn't still be wearing it.

"I just wanted to see you. Goodnight." lan leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before quickly running off.

He was like a child, Heather thought, touching the spot where he had kissed her. Though it was only a light, fleeting touch, his lips were icy cold, like a snowflake landing on her face. Yet her heart felt warm.

She sent him a message: "The snow is heavy, be careful." "Okay," lan replied almost instantly.

Only then did she turn and head back inside the hotel. Opening the beautifully crafted wooden box, she found a bright red apple inside, just as she had expected. But under the apple, there was something else-a T-shaped bracelet.

Heather froze. It was a Tiffany T bracelet, the sone she had seen at the store a while ago. The five-figure price tag had scared her away.

Aurora had once told her to work hard for a better future, but Heather felt she still had a long way to go. She had only glanced at the bracelet before leaving the store, never expecting lan to notice.

lan had been saving his salary for months, originally intending to repay Aurora for the clothes she had bought him. But the company's finance department had written it off as a benefit, so he never had to pay her back. Ian hadn't touched a single cent of his savings.

Before Christmas, he used that money to buy the bracelet for Heather. He knew if he gave it to her directly, she would refuse, so he hid it beneath the apple.

Inside the box was also a small card. Written on it were the words: "Don't feel uneasy. You are the person I love most, and you deserve the best. This bracelet is just the beginning. I will work hard to give you a good life." There were no flowery romantic words, just lan's practical sincerity, perfectly reflecting his personality.

They were ordinary people living ordinary lives. Not everyone was like Aurora and Julian, larger-than-life main characters with grand gestures and extravagant gifts. Ian had done his best, even though Heather had never expected such a thing.

True love meant giving someone the best of what you could offer.

Heather looked at the card, her heart swelling with warmth and sweetness, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa. Carefully, she put on the bracelet, afraid that Gemma might see it and cause trouble.

When she returned to her room, she found it empty. Gemma wasn't there.

Where could she have gone so late? Heather called her. "Where are you?" "Candy wanted a hot drink, so I went to get one for her," Gemma replied. "Okay, cback soon. It's cold outside." Despite Gemma's unpleasant personality, Heather still felt a bit worried. After all, they worked for the scompany.

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! "Got it." Gemma hung up. She had gone to a nearby 24-hour convenience store.

"Miss, what would you like to drink?" the cashier asked enthusiastically.

"Please givea freshly squeezed juice, heated," Gemma said.

"Sure! What flavor would you like?" "Banana," she replied.

"Got it." "Wait... could you add smango juice to it?" Gemma suddenly asked, as if she had just thought of something.

"Of course, banana and mango, right?" "Yes. And add smilk," she added.

"Sure thing," the cashier replied.

Carrying the heated juice, Gemma carefully opened the lid and tasted it. The banana flavor dominated, and the milk diluted the mango taste.

She remembered clearly-Candy's file stated that she had allergies to mango and certain seafood.

The thought of Candy's smug expression earlier made Gemma's eyes glint with malice. She couldn't wait to see how that woman would handle things tomorrow.

An international superstar? A new perflaunch event? Ridiculous. Damn Aurora, damn Heather-they could all go to hell.

Though Aurora's company offered great benefits, Gemma had never m been valued. Every day, she had to endure watching Heather and lan flaunt their love, while Aurora remained the powerful CEO.

So what if she quit? If something happened to Candy, she wouldn't be able to attend the event tomorrow. What would the fans think? They'd surely feel cheated. lan had been tirelessly preparing for the event. Gemma was eager to see the looks on Aurora's, Heather's, and lan's faces when things went wrong.

Just imagining it made her feel giddy.

She knocked on Candy's door. The superstar herself opened it.

Candy had already washed up and removed her makeup. Even without makeup, her beauty was striking. She glanced at Gemma. "Took you long enough."

Gemma cursed silently but kept a polite smile. "Heather went to get it, but she slipped on the way back and way d had to change her clothes. She askedto bring it to you." "Fine, fine," Candy muttered impatiently, taking the drink and shutting the door in Gemma's face.

Gemma barely avoided getting hit by the door. She smirked coldly. "Let's see how long you stay on top," she muttered under her breath.

Returning to her room, she still wore a triumphant expression.

"You look happy," Heather remarked. It wasn't like Gemma to be in such a good mood after being sent out on an errand late at night.

"No, I'm not," Gemma replied quickly.

"By the way, Candy is allergic to mango. You didn't get anything with mango, did you?" Heather asked.

"Of course not. I've memorized all the files," Gemma said with a practiced smile.

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