The moonlight tonight was beautiful, streaming through the sheer curtains in delicate specks, falling on the bed, the floor, and the two of them. Under the moonlight, Mr. Satan's face gradually became clearer. Emily gazed at him, wanting to see every detail. If she ignored the scar on his face, he didn’t really resemble Nathan much. Nathan was good-looking too, or else he wouldn’t have attracted Sophia. But Nathan looked more like his mother, Carol, who had a delicate face but lacked some masculinity. Mr. Satan was different. His face was chiseled, exuding masculine strength and determination, with lips tightly pressed but not as thin as Nathan's. They say men with thin lips are usually unfaithful. Emily used to think it was superstition until she was deeply hurt by Nathan and woke up to reality. Luckily, Nathan was just a mistake, an isolated island, and her final destination was a firm and vast land. Mr. Satan held her hand, gently rubbing her palm, “I’m sorry, Emily…” “Why are you apologizing?” “I can’t be weak anymore.” Emily smiled, “You’ve never been weak.” “I have,” Mr. Satan said softly. “When it comes to you, I’ve always been weak.” Emily understood his meaning. He felt guilty for her past four years of marriage. If he had been a bit more assertive back then, perhaps her marriage with Nathan wouldn’t have happened. “It’s okay,” Emily nuzzled against his chest. “You’re late, but it’s alright. As long as you’re here now.” Happy moments are hard to come by.They both cherished this warm and peaceful time, having endured hardships. Emily asked, “Do you plan to reveal your true identity? Or will you continue living with the Norman family?” Mr. Satan's response surprised her, “The Reed family no longer exists, and the Norman family isn't mine. I have no right to touch their assets. Emily, I have enough capital and ability to give you and our child a carefree life. I am nobody else but your husband.” Emily felt warm inside, “I’m not after wealth. I’ve been staying at Olivia’s place, thinking of names for the baby when I have nothing to do, but I don’t know the baby’s last name.” Mr. Satan pondered for a moment and then decided, “Let our baby take William's family name, it's also your family name.” ... It was time for Emily’s prenatal check-up. This time, Mr. Satan didn’t miss it. He woke up early and drove Emily to the hospital. After a long wait, the doctor finally said, “Don’t worry, Emily. Your baby is healthy, and all the indicators are excellent. Maintain your current diet and exercise, and you should be able to have a natural birth.” Emily was delighted, “Thank you, doctor.” “You’re welcome,” the doctor glanced at Mr. Satan standing behind her, holding her bag, and lowered her voice, “Emily, is this the baby’s father?” “Yes,” Emily nodded. “This is my husband.” The doctor nodded knowingly, “Our hospital's plastic surgery department is quite good. Would you like me to recommend a doctor?” Emily’s heart tightened. She looked at Mr. Satan with some concern. He seemed unconcerned, smiling wryly, “Thank you, doctor, but I might need to come later. Emily is pregnant and will give birth soon; I need to take care of her.” His words, spoken sincerely and responsibly, immediately endeared him to the doctor. “Emily used to come alone or with friends for her check-ups. I was wondering why I hadn’t seen the father. Now I understand... Don’t worry, both mother and baby are fine.” Mr. Satan smiled happily, “Thank you.”As they walked back from the hospital, Emily kept her gaze on Mr. Satan’s face. He noticed and asked gently, “Why are you staring at me?” Emily shook her head, “It’s the first time I’m seeing you without your mask. It feels a bit magical.” “Magical?” Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, it feels like there are no more secrets, no more hiding, no more barriers, just us. It’s wonderful.” She never wanted much. A car and a room were enough to give her a sense of security. She still remembered living in the empty villa of the Reed family with only Carol for company. At night, the house was so empty it was frightening, as if the cold air could steal her warmth. What was the point of a big house? It wasn’t truly hers. “Emily, how do you think Olivia’s apartment?” “Hmm? I think it’s nice. Why?” “If you like it…” Emily blinked, “Are you planning to buy an apartment?” Mr. Satan corrected her, “Not buy. We’ll build one.” He said, “Your mother left behind a design, the one Logan took to the competition and won. Would you like to turn it into a real house?” !!! Emily was instantly excited. How could she not want that? The blueprint was her mother’s hard work. If they could build a house from her vision, it would be wonderful... Mr. Satan continued, “Olivia’s apartment is under Taylor Group’s name, but the funding behind it is mine. Young people’s views on buying homes have changed significantly from the previous generation. In the past, people thought the bigger, the better, with families living together. But now, young people prefer quiet, private lives. Small apartments have become the best choice. Your mother was amazing. She had this vision over twenty years ago. When I saw that design, I thought you’d be very happy if we could bring it to life.” Emily clasped her hands, her knuckles turning white, “Can I?” “Of course,” Mr. Satan said. “As long as you agree, I can start construction immediately.”