Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 43 He Likes You

It felt like they had been walking for a long, long time before she was gently placed in the passenger seat of the car.

The chassis of this car was high; it should be an SUV.

Mr. Satan let go of her, and his arm withdrew from around her waist, the familiar warmth suddenly disappearing, leaving Emily feeling a bit flustered. "Mr. Satan?"

"Yeah, I'm here," his voice was in her ear, "Is your foot still hurting?"

Emily reached out and felt his firm muscles, feeling much relieved. "Did you forget to wear a mask today?"

Mr. Satan responded with a grunt, "Do you want to see me?"

Although she already knew Mr. Satan was Allen Parker, saying she didn't want to confirm it with her own eyes would be a lie.

She wanted to open her eyes and see him more than ever.

But...

"Would I ruin your plans?"

Mr. Satan's kiss landed gently on her lightly closed eyelids. "Maybe, but if you really want to see..."

"No need," Emily obediently closed her eyes, "I won't look. I'll wait until the day you're truly willing to take off the mask. I can wait until then, right?"

Mr. Satan's smile was somewhat bitter and helpless. "Emily, you're so accommodating."

"Not at all," she shook her head, "You told me to have confidence in myself. I was originally afraid to go on stage dressed like this, but I remembered what you told me: I'm no less than anyone else. So, I decided to listen to you." Mr. Satan lifted her chin with his finger and placed a gentle kiss near her lips. "You're such a good girl."

He bent down slightly and lifted her from the passenger seat again.

Her body suddenly felt weightless, and Emily exclaimed in surprise, almost opening her eyes, but she quickly closed them again and held onto his neck tightly.

She was put back in the car again, but this time he didn't leave.

Mr. Satan sat with her in the back seat, him on the seat and Emily sitting on his lap.

Leaning down, Mr. Satan gently helped her take off her high heels and held her feet in his hands. "It's not too bad, but it's still swollen. We need to reduce the swelling as soon as possible."

Emily leaned against his chest, with her eyes closed, the world around her plunged into darkness, her senses of touch and smell becoming more acute.

She could feel his throat moving as he spoke, and she could smell the faint scent of tobacco on him.

"Did you just smoke?" Emily asked. "I don't think I've ever seen you smoke before."

"I don't have a smoking habit, I just smoke to relieve stress when I'm not feeling well."

Emily nodded. "Smoking is bad for your health. If you can quit, you should. Okay?"

Mr. Satan hugged her closer. "Okay, I'll listen to you."

After a while, she heard him hum softly in her ear. "Quitting smoking is needed when preparing for pregnancy."

Mr. Satan's rough and powerful hands massaged her feet for a while, and she felt less pain.

Emily said, "Put me down, please. I need to go back and change my clothes. My clothes and shoes are still in the dressing room backstage." "Let's go home first. I'll send someone to fetch them later."

Mr. Satan wrapped her up in his suit and then went to the driver's seat to start the car.

Perhaps out of concern for her injury, Mr. Satan drove very slowly, and by the time they arrived at the Hilton Hotel, it was almost an hour later.

In the elevator, Mr. Satan carried her to the door of room 2307, but had difficulty opening the door.

This room was opened with a key card, and Mr. Satan had both hands around her, unable to free up a hand to open the door.

Emily still had her eyes closed and asked him, "Is the key card in your pocket? Shall I open it?"

Mr. Satan smiled playfully, "Sure, the key card is in the left pocket of my pants. Feel for it."

Emily was stunned, her face turning completely red.

No wonder he had a strange smile on his face, he was wearing very tight-fitting suit pants today. To get the card, her hand had to be pressed tightly against the pocket of his pants, just like touching his thigh...

She still gave up. "Would you mind putting me down? I can lean against the wall."

"Are you shy again?"

"I'm not shy, just feeling a bit embarrassed."

Mr. Satan chuckled softly in her ear. "I remember your menstrual period has passed?"

The implication in his words couldn't be clearer.

Emily hummed softly, "My foot is still hurting..."

"Your foot injury won't affect having a baby. I'll be careful not to touch it, okay?"

Emily felt that Mr. Satan was really good in every aspect, except for an unusual passion when it came to sex.

But she didn't have much experience

with men in this regard. She had

never had a marital relationship

Nathan in their four years of

marriage; she didn't know if he had

redirected all his energy to Sophia.

Emily suddenly admired Sophia a little. She endured so much physical exertion every day and still managed to focus on work during the day.

Leaving aside everything else, Sophia was indeed in good health.

Emily was gently placed on the soft bed. Her slip dress was short and tight, and Emily pulled down the hem forcefully. "Don't pull it down; you'll tear the dress later."

Mr. Satan rubbed her head gently and whispered, "Emily, open your eyes."

Emily had always been an obedient child, and it was no different now.

As she opened her eyes, Mr. Satan had already put on his mask, his hands supporting himself as he leaned over her.

The distance between the two was too close; their breaths mingled, and Emily could even see her own reflection in his deep amber eyes.

"Emily, does Jackson like you?"

Mr. Satan suddenly asked.

Emily was a little caught off guard. "I don't think so, right? We've only met three times."

Mr. Satan shook his head disapprovingly. "This is a man's intuition. When a man's woman is coveted by other males, it arouses strong jealousy in him." "Do you get jealous too?"

"I'm almost driven crazy by jealousy," Mr. Satan pressed the back of her head to prevent her from escaping saying bitterly, "I am a lustful man. I want to have a child to inherit my bloodline with the woman I like; it's a male instinct."

Emily bit her lip. "But you and Jackson..."

Emily felt a bit speechless. Perhaps Jackson only had vague feelings for her, not enough to be considered liking her. But the thought of him being Mr. Satan's brother made her feel deeply guilty. "What about me and Jackson?"

"Nothing," Emily said, "I've been trying to keep my distance from him. Apart from work, we won't have any other relationship, I assure you."

The next moment, her lips were fiercely captured.

"Having a child with me would be far more useful than assurances."