Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 15 Have A Baby With Me

After receiving this medical report, Emily felt restless all day.

After breaking up with Olivia, she went to the hospital as usual to accompany her father for a while. The doctor said her father was recovering well, in good spirits, which slightly eased her worries. On her way back, she thought all the way, and eventually went to the pharmacy to buy contraceptives.

The clerk glanced at her and asked, "Twenty-four hours or seventy-two hours?"

Emily asked, "Do you have long-term contraceptives?"

"Yes," the clerk handed her a bottle of pills, "but long-term use might harm your body, so think carefully."

Emily paid directly, "Thank you, I'll take this."

She tore open the packaging and swallowed a pill, tasting bitterness in her mouth.

She could feel that Mr. Satan liked her, but having a child was no small matter. She wasn't sure how long Mr. Satan's affection for her would last. She couldn't take the risk.

She used to think she couldn't conceive, so she didn't use condoms during sex with Mr. Satan several times, but today she received the test results, and she felt it necessary to take precautions. Hilton Hotel, Room 2307, was still the same as when she left.

When her hand touched the underwear with a logo she didn't recognize, her nervous heart pounded.

This was the first time she washed a man's underwear. Nathan never changed his clothes at home, she hadn't even washed his coat.

When Mr. Satan came back at night and saw the neatly arranged clothes, he raised an eyebrow, "Did you wash these for me?"

Emily blushed shyly and spoke a little unnaturally, "Um... for these intimate clothes, I think it's better if I wash them..."

Mr. Satan chuckled, "Why are you shy?"

Emily argued, "I'm not."

"If you're not shy, why are you blushing?" Mr. Satan pinched her chin, forcing her to face him. With a glint in his eyes and a hint of a smile at the corner of his lips, he said, "Emily, I'm very happy." Emily bit her lip, feeling embarrassed, but inadvertently felt a hint of sweetness in her heart.

"You will prepare dinner for me, help me with laundry, you finally understand."

"Understand what?"

Mr. Satan leaned in, kissing her tender lips, "You are my woman, not a maid."

His lips touched and left, with a hint of her sweet scent still lingering. He particularly liked Emily's lips, small and plump, with a slight upward curve at the corners, kissing them was like jelly, like roses. The room was still dark, but the temperature seemed to be rising constantly.

Emily tilted her head to avoid his fingers pinching her chin, feeling a little embarrassed, "Did I take the liberty? I washed your clothes without your permission."

"No need for my permission, Emily, you should have confidence in yourself."

This was the second time he said such words to her.

Have confidence in herself.

"Mr. Satan."

"Yeah."

"I'm actually normal."

She wanted to tell him about today's test results, that she could conceive a baby.

"I know." Mr. Satan seemed not surprised at all, "Emily, have a baby with me."

Emily was shocked, "You know about me?"

Mr. Satan said, "Probably only Nathan, that idiot, would believe that you can't conceive." "Then you..."

In the days they made love, Mr. Satan never mentioned taking precautions!

Since he knew early on, did that mean he tacitly accepted that she could have his child?

Emily was stunned by his words for a long time, unable to recover.

"Emily, have a baby with me," Mr. Satan continued, startling Emily as she looked up abruptly.

He said, "I know what you're worried about. Are you afraid that one day I'll leave you? Emily, I can assure you solemnly, as long as you don't leave me, I won't either." That night, Mr. Satan seemed to be particularly patient during lovemaking.

When she woke up in the morning, there was still a text message left by him on her phone, reminding her to eat on time and take care of herself.

Today's message added another sentence. [I threw away your contraceptives.]

Emily ran her fingers through her hair, sighing.

He still knew.

He truly knew everything about her, as he said himself, he even understood her better than she did herself.

Olivia called, "Emily! Are you free this afternoon? Come with me to a party!"

Olivia had many friends and was often invited to parties.

Emily, on the other hand, didn't like going out much; she preferred peace and quiet.

Olivia persisted, "Can you stop staying in your room all the time? Come out, make some friends, it'll improve your mood! Come on!"

Unable to resist her request, Emily reluctantly agreed.

After hanging up, she sent a text message to Mr. Satan: [Are you busy?]

He quickly called back, "Just woke up?"

"Yeah," Emily remembered last night, her cheeks flushing slightly, "Can I take a day off with you?"

Mr. Satan chuckled softly, "Are you tired from last night? Emily, if we want to have a baby, we still have to keep trying."

"No, no," Emily was a bit flustered by him, "That's not what I meant, don't misunderstand..."

"Not what you meant? Shall we continue tonight then?"

Emily chuckled helplessly.

She had always thought of Mr. Satan as a calm and mature man, but it seemed like he had turned a bit naughty overnight.

"I might go out with friends tonight, I won't have time to cook dinner. Can you eat out or should I prepare something and you can heat it up in the microwave when you come back?"

Mr. Satan asked, "Which friend?"

"Olivia, my childhood best friend."

"Alright, then have a good time relaxing, I'll be working late tonight as well."