"It's nothing important. I can handle it myself." Mr. Satan was a bit surprised. "You can handle her on your own?" "Yes," Emily snuggled closer to him. "As the future lady of the Norman family, I have to be strong." Mr. Satan chuckled and pulled her closer. "I don't like seeing you being so capable and strong. It makes your man look useless." Emily pouted. "Who says you're useless? Can you get my coat for me?" "Are you going out?" "Yes, I found a movie that looks really good. It's premiering today. Let's go watch it?" Mr. Satan didn't mind, as long as Emily was interested, he would accompany her. But... "Premier tickets are usually booked in advance. There might not be any left now." "Oh..." Emily looked a bit disappointed but quickly recovered. "Then let's just watch TV at home. By the way, Janet should be on that celebrity dating show this episode." Late-night shows were usually infomercials and ads. Emily fiddled with the remote and found the latest episode of the show, pulling Mr. Satan to watch it with her. On the show, Lucas's attitude towards Janet had softened, and he smiled more. Janet was cute, occasionally a bit ditzy, but overall, she was nice. Even though her personality was different from Olivia's, the show was quite good. Emily clicked her tongue. "Who did Janet's makeup? Her eyebrows are too thick, it doesn't suit her." Mr. Satan teased her. "Then why don't you do her makeup next time?" "Sure," Emily agreed immediately. "But can you pay me for it?" Mr. Satan raised an eyebrow. "You want to charge your own family for makeup? That's a bit much." Emily laughed. "I'm not asking Janet for money, I'm asking you.""Alright, how much?" "Hmm, start with a million." On the TV, Janet suddenly screamed, her face pale. It turned out they were cooking at Lucas's house. Janet had never cooked before. The vegetable leaves were covered in ice water, and she threw them all into the hot oil pan. The oil was splattering everywhere like a mini-explosion. Lucas quickly pulled Janet behind him, shielding her from the splattering oil. "Lucas is so handsome," Emily couldn't help but say. "Hmm?" Mr. Satan's tone was warning. "What did you say?" "You're handsome, okay? Hey, what are you doing? Don't block my view..." His kiss had already landed. "Stop watching, there's nothing good on..." His kiss deepened, and Emily melted into his embrace. ... The next morning, Emily was woken up by a call from Olivia. "Emily! Can you come to the hospital?" Emily was startled and instantly awake. "Okay, I'm coming. Did something happen to Mr. Taylor?" Olivia's next words nearly made her speechless. "No, my dad's much better. He was discharged yesterday. The hospital food here is super good, just as good as a Michelin restaurant, and really cheap! I came back today to eat, and I wanted you to try it too." Emily: "..." "Can you come? If not, I can pack some and bring it to you." Emily: "I can come, but I slept late yesterday and don't really want to go out." Olivia laughed. "Oh my, Mr. Satan really is something. You two are getting married soon, and he's still so infatuated..." "I discussed it with him, and we've postponed the wedding date." Olivia seemed to be chewing something, her words muffled. "Why postpone? I already prepared my wedding gift." Emily chuckled. "You can save it. You'll have a chance to give it. Come over and we'll talk more." "Okay, I'll buy some good food and bring it over." After hanging up, Emily saw Mr. Satan walk in from the living room. He stood by the window, gesturing for her to come help with his tie. Emily sighed and got up, walking over to the bed to tie his tie. "Is Olivia coming over?" "Yes," Emily's face lit up with a smile. "She said the hospital food is delicious and wants to bring some for me to try." Mr. Satan held her by the waist. "I'll have Dylan get you two movie tickets. She can go with you." "Okay, sounds good." She walked him to the door, and Mr. Satan hugged her waist, kissed her forehead, and reluctantly left. They had been made love for a long time last night, and he was late for work today. Lately, his desire had become stronger, and Emily was having a hard time keeping up... Emily did the laundry, made herself a bowl of pumpkin porridge, and then the phone rang. Emily looked at it and hung up. She suspected Penelope had installed cameras in her house because she always called when Mr. Satan wasn't home. Ding— The doorbell rang. Emily was cautious and looked through the peephole. Seeing it was Olivia, she opened the door. Olivia walked in. "It's freezing out there! The wind is so strong today, my face is numb from it." Emily quickly made her a cup of hot water. "Warm up first." Olivia made herself comfortable on the sofa, sniffing around like a little dog. "What's that smell in here?" "I made pumpkin porridge. Want some?""No." Olivia frowned. "Not the porridge. There's a weird smell, kind of fishy. Did you make salted fish?" Emily felt guilty. Last night, he wanted to make love, but Emily was afraid of hurting the baby. In the end, he came outside several times, getting the sheets and pillowcases covered in semen. She had changed the sheets and pillowcases and put them in the washing machine but hadn't had time to open the windows for ventilation. "Uh..." Emily tried to change the subject. "Maybe it's the takeout from last night. I'll open the windows." Olivia, without much thought, smiled. "Don't eat that salted fish anymore. Come try the food I brought." Emily thought it would be ordinary hospital food, but when she saw the takeout containers Olivia brought, she was stunned.