The assistant froze, startled. The man in front of him had an extraordinary presence and a tall, impressive stature, clearly not an ordinary person. But he was wearing a white mask, which was quite intimidating. "Emily..." Emily smiled apologetically at the assistant. "Sorry, just give him my luggage. This is my fiancé." The assistant suddenly understood. "I see. He’s wearing a mask—could he be a celebrity too?" Emily said, "You guys go up first. We’ll handle my luggage." "Alright, we’ll go find Amanda then. Emily, are you staying at this hotel tonight?" Was she the type to forget work once she had a man? "I..." "She’s not staying here," Mr. Satan had already taken her luggage, speaking softly. "I’ll inform Amanda. Thank you for taking care of Emily on the way." Despite his cold demeanor, Mr. Satan was very polite. The assistants waved their hands quickly. "No need to thank us. The concert is the day after tomorrow, Emily. Just come early that morning. You can rest these two days!" The assistants ran off, giggling and giving her a knowing wink. "Emily, make sure to get enough sleep..." Emily wanted to grab them back to explain, but Mr. Satan held her hand. "Let’s go." Mr. Satan led her to a silver car. He put her luggage in the trunk, then opened the passenger door, signaling her to get in. Emily hesitated but got in. "Where are you taking me?" Mr. Satan smiled but didn’t answer. Once the car started, he said, "We’re going to stay at another hotel." Emily nodded. "Do you think the previous hotel isn’t good enough? It’s actually quite nice, a few hundred euros per night." "This isn’t about money," Mr. Satan said. "You always stay at the Morgan family estate, and when you’re at my place, there are always people around. We never spend time together. I don’t want someone barging in to call you to work while we’re having a private moment." Emily chuckled. To avoid the situation he described, Mr. Satan drove from the east to the west of Berlin, finding another five-star hotel far from the previous one. Seeing he only had her luggage, Emily asked, "Didn't you bring any luggage?" "I have you, don’t I?" Emily playfully scoffed. "You’re getting better at joking." "Am I?" "Of course, your cold CEO persona is crumbling." "Emily, do you still want to be a makeup artist?" Emily blinked. "Why do you ask?" "I know you’ve been reading books on design. I thought you no longer aspired to be a makeup artist." Emily said, "Since I took on Lucas’s job, I need to finish it. I’ve already told Amanda, and she’ll find another makeup artist. I’ll transfer my work to her." Mr. Satan nodded. The elevator arrived. He held the door open for her to enter first, then followed, pressing the button. Emily watched the numbers light up, surprised. "It’s the 23rd floor, just like when we stayed at the Hilton. What’s our room number?" "2307." Emily was astonished. "Does that number hold special significance for you?" Mr. Satan affirmed, "Yes, it’s an important anniversary I’ll never forget." "Will you tell me in a week?" "Yes." He squeezed her hand gently. "Emily, I’m sorry." "Why are you apologizing suddenly?""You’ve been wronged." Emily smiled softly. "As long as you don’t cheat like Nathan, I won’t feel wronged." "Emily." "Yes?" "Your foster father can walk now." Emily was shocked. Mr. Satan sighed. "He didn’t want me to tell you because he knows you’re busy and didn’t want to delay you. He wants to wait until he’s fully self-sufficient to let you know." Emily felt a mix of emotions. Recently, she had been caught between the Morgan and Norman families, and it had been half a month since she had spoken to her father. "Don’t worry," Mr. Satan said. "He’s being well cared for. His appetite has improved, and he can eat some solid food now. The only issue is the scars from the burns." Emily’s eyes reddened. "No matter how he looks, he’s still the father who raised me. I just worry he might feel inferior, especially now that Grace is married to Logan..." "He doesn’t mind those things. Before coming to Europe, I visited him and told him we’re getting married. He held my hand and asked me to take good care of you." Emily’s nose tingled. She bit her lip, letting him hold her hand. "Emily, I promised your father I’d dedicate my life to protecting you and our child. As long as you and the baby are happy, I fear nothing." Emily squeezed his hand back. "When we return from Berlin, let’s visit my father together." "Okay." "Don’t let your parents visit him. I’m afraid it might upset him." "Alright, I’ll talk to them. Don’t worry." "Mr. Satan..." "What did you call me?""Vincent." "No." "You have another name?" As they reached room 2307, the key card beeped, and the door opened. Mr. Satan led her in, closed the door, and dropped the luggage on the floor, pressing Emily against the door. His warm voice sounded in her ear. "Emily, call me hubby." "..." "I want to hear it."