Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Birthday Wishes
The carpet in the room was also covered with rose petals. The entire room seemed to be engulfed in a romantic red hue. Although she hadn't drunk any alcohol, there was a kind of intoxicating charm that made her feel dizzy.

Emily pushed him lightly, "I haven't changed my shoes yet..."

She was still wearing white shoes because they had gotten a little dirty after going out. The pure and beautiful petals made her feel like even stepping on them would be sacrilege.

She thought about squatting down to take off her shoes, but Mr. Satan was quicker.

He knelt down in front of her, pulling her to sit on his lap.

"I can do it myself..."

Mr. Satan didn't say anything, but the strength in his hands left no room for refusal. After she sat down on his lap, he leaned down to help her untie her shoelaces.

Emily's hands were awkward, and she didn't know where to put them, so her body tensed up.

"Emily..."

Mr. Satan suddenly called out, startling Emily. "Huh? Is it difficult for you to take off my shoes? I can do it myself."

Mr. Satan held her white shoes in his palm and examined them carefully, somewhat surprised. "What's your shoe size?"

The white shoes obediently stayed in his large palm, which was even larger than his hand.

Emily bit her lip, feeling a little embarrassed. "Size 6.5."

Actually, they were not even size 6.5, but since they were sneakers, they were a bit bigger.

"Very well," Mr. Satan nodded. "No wonder you didn't want to wear the smallest size high heels in the closet. It turns out they don't fit."

The smallest size for high heels was size 7, and they indeed didn't fit well.

However, Emily's main reason for not wearing high heels was not this. She was not accustomed to wearing them.

The high heels at the car show had left a psychological shadow on her, and now she was afraid of them.

"I think flat shoes are more comfortable," Emily said. "I have to walk a long way to the hospital, so flat shoes are more convenient."

However, Mr. Satan said, "I'll have someone custom-make high heels that fit you. You might need them."

There seemed to be an underlying meaning in Mr. Satan's words.

"Just once."

"What?"

"The car show. I just did it as a model that one time, and also to help Jackson. He'll be better prepared next time and won't need a makeup artist to model."

Mr. Satan placed her shoes neatly in the shoe cabinet, then pulled her up, saying, "But you were stunning that day. Do you know that the entire upper class society in New York City is talking about you?"

Emily was surprised. "Really? My makeup was so heavy. How could I be stunning?"

"These people have seen too many women. They can tell the difference between a real beauty and a fake one. There's a man named James who's been pestering Jackson for your phone number every day, nearly getting beaten up by Jackson."

Emily burst into laughter.

"Emily, I just bought a piece of land under the Green Tree Mountain. I want to build a castle there."