He has too many secrets. Emily worked on Lucas's makeup for three hours today. Feeling sorry for her, Mr. Satan took her to dinner at the hotel’s restaurant on the first floor. They ate in a private dining room, then went upstairs to rest together. Room 3207 at the Hilton Hotel was familiar and comforting. The darkness of the room seemed to make all worries disappear as soon as they entered, making one want to sleep soundly. As soon as they entered the room, Mr. Satan picked Emily up. Emily exclaimed, "What are you doing?" "I’m going to help you take a bath," Mr. Satan said. "It’s important for a pregnant woman to stay clean. You worked a long time today, and you should take a bath to relax." He's going to help her bathe? Did he mean they would bathe together? Emily quickly pushed him away. "I’m just pregnant, not incapable of taking care of myself. I can bathe on my own." "But I want to help you bathe." "…" Emily was at a loss for words, blocked by his serious tone. He always managed to say such embarrassing things so straightforwardly, while she felt too shy to even lift her head. Emily had no choice but to let him carry her into the bathroom. Her memory lingered on the sound of water running in the bathroom. She lay alone in the warm water, and without realizing it, she fell asleep. When she woke up, she was already back on the bed in the bedroom, with no sign of Mr. Satan. Her phone screen lit up with a message from him. "I've gone to work. Rest well today and don't get up too early." "I’m not very good at blow-drying girls’ hair, so I did it for a long time last night. I'll learn how to take care of long hair better." "There’s breakfast in the kitchen. I hope you and the baby like it." "Don’t go out today. I've arranged for a nutritionist to take care of your father." The first three messages were sent around seven in the morning, and the last one was sent at eight-thirty. He must have thought she fell asleep in the bath because she was tired. Actually, it wasn't that. Emily felt that since she got pregnant, she had become very sleepy. As soon as she relaxed, she would fall asleep easily. Last night, the water in the bathtub was very comfortable, and his hands were very gentle, so she fell asleep quickly. She just hadn’t expected to sleep for so long. Emily got up and went to the kitchen to eat the sandwich Mr. Satan had made. Feeling bored at home, Emily finished her chores and decided to go online to continue learning about makeup. But strangely, she couldn't connect to the internet. She turned on the TV, but there was no signal either. Emily was a bit angry. The Hilton Hotel was expensive, how could there be network issues? She called the front desk. "Sorry, ma'am. The guest in room 3207 specifically requested this morning that we block the internet and TV signals in the room." Mr. Satan requested it? Emily was puzzled. "Did he say why?" The receptionist kindly replied, "No. We always try to accommodate our guests' requests, so when he asked, we complied." Emily said, "Can you restore the internet for me now? I need it for work." "Sorry, ma'am. The gentleman instructed us not to restore the signal without his request." "I’m also a guest. Can’t you fulfill my request?""Really sorry…" After a long conversation, the receptionist only had one response: sorry, we can't do that. But she was so polite that Emily couldn't get angry with her. Hang up the phone, Emily sat alone on the bed in the bedroom, feeling slowly gathering unease. Last night, Mr. Satan said he would find something for Nathan to do. Today, he cut off all her contact with the outside world and told her not to go out... Is something bad going to happen? Fortunately, the phone still had a signal. Emily called Olivia. "Hello?" It was a man's voice. Allen Parker! Emily confirmed that this number belonged to Olivia. She didn't dial the wrong number! It was still morning, not yet time for work. Allen Parker answered Olivia's phone call?! "Allen Parker?" "Yeah, it's me." Allen Parker's voice still had a hint of drowsiness, but his mind was very clear: "Emily, I know what you want to ask. I can tell you directly, we were together last night. Olivia is in my room now, but I didn’t want to wake her up, so I answered the call in the living room. She was tired last night, and I wanted her to sleep a bit longer. You can tell me whatever you need, and I'll pass it on to her when she wakes up." Emily was surprised and took a long time to react. She didn't know what to say. Allen Parker and Olivia slept together last night? That's too fast... "I have to go," Allen Parker seemed to understand her doubts and gave a direct answer: "I'm different from Satan. I like to solve problems quickly, while Satan quietly guards you. If he were like me, he wouldn't watch you marry Nathan; he would just take you away." Emily took a deep breath, still digesting this news: "Have you known Mr. Satan for a long time too?" "For a very long time," Allen Parker said, "but I'm sorry, I can't tell you his identity for now. He'll tell you once he's done with this matter.""I know..." Emily said, "I'm just worried about Olivia. You're Mr. Satan's friend, I believe you'll be responsible, right?" "I'm going to marry her." Allen Parker paused and said softly, "Olivia woke up. Do you want to talk to her?" "No need, thank you. Goodbye." Emily hung up the phone. Half an hour later, Olivia called her. "Emily, what do you need?" Her voice sounded a bit hoarse. Emily asked cautiously, "Olivia, are you okay?" "What could happen? I just found myself a sex partner," Olivia was surprisingly open-minded. "Let's not talk about him. You called me this morning. There must be something." "Olivia, did something happen to Nathan today?"