Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 10 All Under My Watch

With a click, the door swung open.

In the darkness of the night, Emily was startled, her voice sharp, "Who's there?"

"It's me," Mr. Satan whispered. He pressed Emily beneath him, hands on either side of her body, trapping her gently. His voice softened, "It's late, and you're still not sleeping. Were you waiting for me?" Emily bit her lip, still not accustomed to being this close to him.

Fortunately, the darkness concealed her unease, "No, I wasn't."

"If you weren't waiting for me, why did you call me as soon as you received the text message?"

Mr. Satan chuckled lightly, no longer pressing her.

He stood up straight, opening the wardrobe, "Emily, come here."

Emily extended a hand from under the blanket, placing it in his open palm, her voice small, "It's too late now, I'm really tired."

"I just want you to help me pick out some clothes, what are you thinking?"

Emily felt flustered, quickly defending herself, "Nothing, I'm not thinking anything."

Mr. Satan didn't expose her, simply picking her up and placing her beside him, "A woman should have at least one dress of her own."

Emily didn't catch on, "What?"

Mr. Satan said, "From the moment I saw you, you've only been wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I've always imagined that you would look beautiful in a dress."

He reached out, fingertips gliding over a row of dresses, finally choosing a simple and elegant off-white dress that matched Emily's temperament.

He handed the dress to Emily, "Try this on for me."

Emily took the dress, feeling embarrassed, "Now?"

"Yes, now," Mr. smirked, "Don't you want to try it on? Otherwise, we'll have to do something else..."

Emily jumped, immediately taking the dress and rushing into the bathroom.

"You little trickster," Mr. Satan's lips curved with a hint of indulgence as he squatted down to select a pair of matching high heels for her.

Unlike Mr. Satan's relaxed demeanor, Emily clutched the dress in the bathroom, feeling as awkward and embarrassed as a ripe tomato.

She didn't know why, but she always seemed to become clumsy in front of Mr. Satan.

She looked down at the dress in her hands, beautiful and elegant. When she first opened the wardrobe today, she was drawn to this piece at first sight, never expecting Mr. Satan's taste to align with hers. Knock, knock, knock-

The bathroom door was knocked.

Emily was startled.

"Emily," Mr. Satan's silhouette appeared through the glass, only a silhouette visible, but his deep, magnetic voice echoed clearly, "You've been in there for fifteen minutes. If you can't change, I'll come in and help you." Emily quickly refused, "I can do it!"

"Alright," he chuckled lightly, "I'll be waiting outside for you."

Mr. Satan seemed to enjoy the darkness, as there were no lights on in the bathroom either.

Emily changed into the new dress by the faint light filtering in from outside. When she stepped out, even Mr. Satan seemed momentarily stunned, his gaze suddenly becoming eager as he looked at her.

"I guess my taste isn't too bad."

He held a pair of white pointed high heels, squatting down in front of her, helping her put them on. Her already tall figure was elongated once more by the high heels.

Mr. Satan reached behind her head, gently removing the hair tie holding her hair up, letting her long hair fall loose.

Her hair, previously tied up for a long time, suddenly loosened, with a slight curve, making her face appear even more delicate.

Mr. Satan seemed particularly satisfied with her hair, his fingers threading through it as he murmured, "Nathan is a fool."

Emily looked at him with confusion.

"You're a beautiful diamond, but he sees you as an ordinary stone."

Emily laughed self-deprecatingly, "Maybe I am just a stone, and only you see me as a diamond."

Mr. Satan helped her tidy up her stray hair. "Are you questioning my judgment?"

"No, I just feel like I don't deserve the 'diamond' label."

"I say you deserve it, so you do," Mr. Satan wrapped his arm around her waist, his other hand pinching her chin, planting a heavy kiss on her lips, "You'd be even more beautiful with makeup." In the moonlight outside, Emily saw Mr. Satan's face for the first time.

More accurately, his mask.

His nose and above, all the way to his forehead, were covered by a white mask, leaving only a pair of bright and deep eyes meeting her gaze.

As if burnt by fire, Emily looked away from his eyes.

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Emily shook her head, "Not scaring me, just a bit surprised."

"Well," Mr. Satan grunted lightly, "Did you go to the hospital to see your father today?"

Emily replied, "I'll return the five million you gave me later. After my divorce is settled, I'll find a job and pay for my father's medical expenses myself. I'll also save up to repay you for the surgery you paid for." Her lips were pressed by his fingers.

He said, "Emily, you should know, I don't lack money. You know what I want."

Emily choked up.

She was pushed down by Mr. Satan onto the bed. He gently kissed her, from her forehead to her nose, from behind her ears to her lips, tender yet full of masculine aggression, gradually making her forget to resist. "Can you take off the mask now since the lights are off?"

"Sorry, Emily, not now." His kisses grew more fervent, his hands tearing at his clothes.

Emily floated in desire. Under the moonlight, Satan covered her eyes with his hands, "Be good, focus, and feel me properly."

"Mr. Satan..."

"Hmm?"

"...There's something, I think I can't hide from you."

"What is it?"

Emily closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks, "I can't conceive."

The man on top of her stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.

"I divorced because of this reason," she bit her lip, "If you only see me as a bed partner you can replace anytime, that's okay. But if you want children... I'm not a good choice."

"I know," Mr. Satan's voice was surprisingly gentle, "Don't worry, all is under my watch."