Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 10

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."