Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

It wasn't just him who was under the thumb of his wife. Nick, too, now followed Irene's every word. If Irene told him to go east, he wouldn't dare head west. If she told him to stand, he wouldn't dare sit.

Asher and Robert, though still single at the moment, would undoubtedly be the sonce they had girlfriends. These men, who commanded the winds and rains outside, turned into obedient lambs at home. When it cto their wives, there was only one word to describe them: submission.

"Since you're all idle now, why don't we make dumplings? Later, we'll steam them," someone suggested. Robert frowned at the idea. "Isn't it easier to just buy pre-made dumplings from the supermarket? Why go through all this trouble to make them ourselves?" "Supermarket dumplings can't compare to homemade ones. Don't you know how to make them? If not, I can teach you," Asher said, rolling up his sleeves and heading to the sink to wash his hands.

"Wash your hands and get ready to make dumplings," Julian ordered in his usual commanding tone. Robert looked helplessly at Nick, silently pleading for help.

At that moment, Irene, standing at the kitchen door, gave Nick a quick glance. Without hesitation, Nick stood up. "Wash your hands," he said.

"Bro..." Robert's face was full of despair.

Denis, his expression complicated as if lost in thought, also obediently went to wash his hands.

The dough was already prepared. Asher began rolling out the wrappers and proceeded to teach the group how to make dumplings.

For Denis, the scene in front of him triggered a flood of memories. He saw an image in his mind: his younger self and Daria sitting around their mother, who was carefully rolling out dumpling wrappers with a rolling pin.

"Today, I'll teach you how to make dumplings," their mother had said.

"Mom, I love dumplings! Teachquickly!" Daria had chirped, sitting on a small stool with a bright, eager smile. "Alright. Denis, you should learn too," their mom had encouraged.

"Boring," Denis had muttered under his breath, though his eyes remained fixed on his mother's hands. He had always been a quick learner, and in no time, he managed to copy her movements and make his first dumpling.

Daria, on the other hand, was overly ambitious, stuffing too much filling into the wrapper. "Denis, how did your dumpling turn out so pretty? Look at mine! The filling's bursting out!" "Who told you to stuff so much meat in there?" Denis had shot back.

"But I like meat," she had replied unapologetically.

"You're hopeless. Watch me-I'll show you," Denis had said, putting down what he was working on to guide her. His large hands had enveloped her small ones as he helped her pinch the dumpling closed.

"Got it now?" Denis had asked softly by her ear.

"Wow, it's so simple! Denis, I finally know how to make dumplings!" Daria had exclaimed with a laugh. Her laughter was beautiful-her eyes curved like crescent moons, reminiscent of the stars in the night sky.

Denis had found himself staring at her laughter, lost in the moment. Daria, noticing his dazed expression, had mischievously waved her hand in front of his face. "Denis, are you staring at me?" Then, with a sly grin, she had dipped her fingers in flour and smeared it on his nose. "Haha! Denis, you're so silly!" "You little brat!" Denis had retaliated, dipping his fingers in flour to draw lines on her face, turning her into a little flour-covered kitten.

"Denis, you're so mean!" she had protested half-heartedly.

"Alright, alright. You two, calm down!" their mother had intervened, catching the two flour-covered children as they ran around the room.

Back in the present, Denis couldn't help but smile as he recalled those moments.

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! Asher waved a hand in front of his face. "What's got you grinning like that?" "Nothing," Denis replied, his expression returning to its usual calmness in an instant.

Asher, however, wasn't fooled. He knew Denis was thinking about Daria again but chose not to call him out on it. "Alright, let's get started." Since most of the group were beginners, Asher kept the lesson simple, teaching them a basic method of folding dumplings. It wasn't fancy-just closing the edges of the wrapper. The group barely managed to keep up.

Asher, on the other hand, had long mastered the art of dumpling-making. His dumplings were intricately folded with delicate pleats, standing out among the simpler ones made by the others.

Julian noticed and gave Asher a cold glance. "Why didn't you teach us how to make those fancy ones? Don't think I don't know what you're up to. You're just hoping that Little Bunny will praise you for making the best- looking dumplings later." Asher was so startled by Julian's childish accusation that he nearly dropped the dumpling wrapper in his hand. Was this really the Julian he knew? How had his intelligence suddenly plummeted? Competing over who made the prettiest dumplings? And all just to impress Aurora? So the rumors were true-people in love really did becidiots.

"You're overthinking it. I just thought the fancy ones might be too difficult for you. If you want to learn, I can teach you," Asher said, exasperated.

"You'd better," Julian said, beginning to learn the more complicated folds from Asher.

Meanwhile, Nick quietly made his dumplings without saying a word. He even set aside a small section of the table for his dumplings. If anyone dared place their dumplings in his area, he would pick them up and toss them aside-literally throw them.

Poor Robert, who had spent ages making a perfect dumpling, proudly showed it off. "Bro, look at this one! It's so good, it could win a competition!" He placed it next to Nick's dumplings for comparison, only for Nick to pick it up and throw it aside like trash. "Get lost." "Bro..." Robert looked heartbroken. Couldn't he even share this small victory with his brother? Nick glared at him. "My dumplings are for Irene only." That explained everything. Robert could no longer tolerate his brother's over-the-top devotion to his wife.

Denis, meanwhile, seemed to have his own quirks. Every dumpling he made was stuffed to the point of bursting, yet he always stopped just before the wrapper split open. Asher corrected him several times. "Denis, you don't need to put so much filling in." "I like it this way," Denis replied evenly, leaving Asher momentarily speechless.

In his mind, Denis could still recall how Aurora loved dumplings with lots of filling. Even after all these years, he remembered it vividly.

Julian, on the other hand, treated the process like creating art. "No, this one's too fat. This one's too skinny." Sone's Any dumpling he deemed imperfect ended up in the trash. "Bro, if you keep this up, what are we going to eat?" Asher said, feeling the urge to flee the room. This group of people was anything but normal. Robert, ever the chatterbox, kept talking nonstop. Occasionally, he would sneakily take credit for someone else's dumplings, claiming them as his own.

But his deception never lasted long. Each person's dumpling-making style was so unique that it was obvious who had made what.

Robert ended up getting beaten up for his antics. Julian coldly threatened him, "These are for my Little Bunny. If you so much as touch them, I'll cut off your hand." Desperate, Robert turned to Nick. "Bro, share a couple of yours with me?" "Get lost."

Finally, Robert looked to Denis, who didn't even bother acknowledging him. Only Asher • took pity on him, giving him a few dumplings, much to Robert's delight. Aurora and Irene had no idea just how childish the men outside were acting. mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1