Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 43

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.