Emily said, "I want to start learning design." Mr. Satan nodded. "Sure, when would you like to start?" "Now," Emily replied. "I still have over three months before the baby is due, and I'll need time to recover afterward. I want to use this period to learn. I want to see Mom's designs come to life. I want to understand her mindset when she designed the apartment." Mr. Satan skillfully navigated the car into the underground parking lot of the Hilton Hotel. "Rest today, and tomorrow you can come to the office with me. I have a very good designer in my company; you can learn from him." Emily was excited. "Great, but... I've only read a few books. I haven't systematically studied design. Will the designer be annoyed with me?" Annoyed? "More likely, you'll distract him." Mr. Satan locked the car and helped her into the elevator, pressing the button for the 23rd floor. Emily was concerned. "You're right. If he teaches me, it will definitely affect his work. How about this, I'll study on my own, and if I have any questions, I'll ask him. That should save his time." Mr. Satan smiled. "It's okay. He isn't particularly busy and can help you anytime." "Then I'll bring a gift when I meet him tomorrow. How old is he? Is he a man or a woman? What are his hobbies?" Emily's serious attitude made Mr. Satan laugh. The elevator arrived, and Mr. Satan led her out gently, his voice tender and loving. "No need for a gift." Emily clung to his arm, insisting, "I must. I'm going as your girlfriend, and he might feel obliged to agree. If I'm to learn, I should do so as a student, properly." Mr. Satan, seeing her determination, couldn't help but tease her, tweaking her nose. "No wonder Mary said you're a good student." "You know Mary?" "Anything related to you, I know." At the door, Mr. Satan didn't use a key but gently pressed Emily's finger on the touchpad.The fingerprint was recognized, and the door opened. "When you gave up your studies to make money, Mary was disappointed. She always thought you should have gone to school; you would have achieved even more." Inside, Emily started to bend down to change her shoes. But Mr. Satan knelt first, taking off her shoes and putting on her slippers. Emily held onto his neck, watching him quietly. Once she was settled, Mr. Satan changed into his slippers and then lifted her up. Emily was startled. "What are you doing..." "Did you enjoy the movie today?" Mr. Satan carried her into the bedroom, sat by the bed, and placed her on his lap. He liked holding his woman tightly. Emily nestled into his shoulder, enjoying the warmth. "It was a good animated movie." "Was the movie good, or the company better?" Emily pouted. "I know you're going to scold me. But it was frustrating; young people nowadays can be so aggressive. That young mother was pitiful. She's struggling with two babies, and her husband, a policeman, can't be with her often because of work. Such a couple shouldn't be bullied. I felt it was unfair." Mr. Satan feigned anger. "You seem confident in your actions." "I..." Emily's confidence waned. "I was just thinking of myself... If your company gets busy and I have to take care of the baby alone, I might face the same situation. And... I want to have two kids, a boy and a girl." Mr. Satan: "Now you’re trying to please me, huh? Where was that spirit from the cinema?" Emily huffed. "I was fighting for justice." "Alright, my wife is a chameleon. She turns into a superhero against villains and a kitten in my arms." Emily pouted. "So you like role-playing." Mr. Satan gently pinched her nose. "You're getting bolder." "You spoil me, so I'm not afraid."Mr. Satan nodded, conceding. "You're right. I spoil my wife. I like both the superhero and the kitten. If you want, we can try those roles in bed too..." Here he goes again. Emily sighed helplessly. Mr. Satan, who looked so domineering during the day, turned into a different person when they were alone. "By the way, you still haven't told me who that amazing designer is. I'll Google him later." Mr. Satan's lips wandered across her face. "Why look him up?" Emily turned her head to avoid his kiss. "I'm serious, wait..." "I won't wait." His hot lips pressed down, leaving his mark on her soft lips. Emily cupped his chin, pushing him back a bit. "Hold on, stop teasing. Who is he? He must be a famous designer, right? How does he compare to Logan Morgan?" "That's hard to say." "What do you mean?" "He doesn't care about fame." Emily's face was full of admiration. "Geniuses usually don't care about fame." "Do you admire him?" "Of course, I'm serious about learning design," Emily said. "But geniuses often have difficult personalities. I'm prepared for that. I'll lower myself as much as possible to avoid causing you trouble." Mr. Satan kissed her again. "You don't need to do that." "Huh?" "You're learning from your husband, no need to lower yourself."