Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Cooking For Him
During the day, all the events at the Reed household flooded Emily's mind.

She was held tightly in his arms as she sighed softly, "It's nothing really, just thinking about all the injustices I've endured from Carol over the years, feeling like I'm particularly weak."

"Hmm, anything else?" Mr. Satan asked softly.

"There's also... just feeling extremely unworthy. I could have gone to college initially, but my father got sick and we didn't have the money."

Mr. Satan reached out and ruffled her hair, his voice steady and clear, "Emily, life is just a series of choices. Next time you face a choice, be sure to consider yourself more."

Emily felt like Mr. Satan was a bit of a sage.

"Mr. Satan, can I ask you a question?"

He grunted, "Go ahead."

"How old are you this year?"

"Why so curious about me?"

Emily felt a bit embarrassed, "I know, it's your privacy. It's okay, I just asked casually, you don't have to answer."

"Good girl," Mr. Satan kissed her forehead, "Now it's my turn to ask you a question?"

Emily glanced at him timidly and nodded.

"Do you still love Nathan? I want to hear the truth."

That question was a bit hard to answer.

Truth be told, she and Nathan were basically strangers before they got married. They barely had any emotional foundation. They never even dated, just got married.

After four years of marriage, she could understand Nathan's indifference to her to some extent.

At that time, she thought that people say familiarity breeds affection, as long as she took good care of Nathan's life, one day he would realize her goodness. In this process, she put in labor and also some feelings.

Seeing her not answering, Mr. Satan said, "Fair's fair, you don't have to answer my question either."

Emily tugged at the corner of her lips, "Thank you."

"You never have to thank me," Mr. Satan held her hand, playing with it in his palm, "Emily, you need to learn to be confident."

Confident?

Emily smiled bitterly. Sophia was right. She had no education, no outstanding talent. What could she be confident about?

"Mr. Satan, how long are you going to keep me?"

Satan chuckled, "What do you think?"

"I don't know," Emily shook her head, "But no matter what, you saved my father with the money, as long as you haven't abandoned me, I will do my part. What do you want to eat? I can make it for you, and if I can't, I can learn."

"Emily, I want a partner, not a housemaid," Satan sighed, "Anyway, we'll take it slow. First, let's see what you've cooked, shall we?"

Emily jumped out of his arms and gave him a simple introduction to the quite rich dinner she had arranged: "Pepper steak, spaghetti with tomato sauce, bacon sandwiches, mixed salad... Is it okay?"