Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 You're Blushing Again
Emily's hand trembled, nearly dropping her phone into the sea.

He was actually on the yacht!

Emily bit her lip, unsure how to respond.

"Do you want to see me?" Mr. Satan's message came through again.

Gritting her teeth, Emily replied with a simple "Yes" and hit send.

"Emily, not now."

She was rejected.

But Emily wasn't too upset. Mr. Satan had warned her before, hadn't he? He didn't want to turn on the lights or take off his mask; it was all about not revealing himself.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come. I won't do it again," she replied.

"No need to apologize. As I said, you never need to apologize to me. Emily, I promise you, when the time is right, I'll let you know the real me."

"Okay."

As the screen darkened, Emily attempted to put her phone back in her bag, but another message popped up: "You looked beautiful today."

Those words seemed to carry a warm, moist heat as they penetrated her ears and heart.

It was like his hot breath in the dark night, spraying on her neck and whispering sweet nothings in her ear...

Emily's face started to flush, and she quickly patted her burning cheeks, hoping the sea breeze would cool her down.

Her fingertips trembled slightly. "Thank you," she typed.

Before she could send the message, his call came through.

The sound of the sea breeze accompanied by his shallow breaths filled his earpiece. "Emily."

"Um..."

"Don't dress like this again."

Huh? Didn't he just say she looked beautiful today? Why was he denying it so quickly?

She hesitated, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Was I so different from usual? Olivia helped me pick out today's outfit, maybe it didn't suit me..."

"Her taste is excellent," Mr. Satan's voice was slightly hoarse, "I didn't realize before, but you look truly beautiful in white. Emily, try on other dresses when you get home tonight, hmm?"

Her face reddened even more.

She glanced around nervously, thankful that there weren't many people here to see her blushing face.

She grunted softly, "...Okay."

Mr. Satan seemed to sense her shyness and discomfort, feeling quite pleased. "Are you blushing again?"

"No, you're talking nonsense."

"Why do you get embarrassed so easily?" Mr. Satan teased, "But... I really like it."

Where was he even calling from?

She could still hear the noisy background. He was saying such embarrassing things in front of so many people?

Emily asked him, "Are you going to be busy late tonight?"

"It was supposed to be late, but now... I can't wait to go home and see you change clothes."

Emily scolded, "Isn't there anyone next to you? Aren't you feeling... cheesy?"

"What's wrong with being cheesy?" Mr. Satan said, "Don't you like it?"

She did.

Only with Mr. Satan could she feel needed, loved, and cherished.

How could she not like it?