Vincent drove Bert back to the hotel. Most of his personal belongings had been destroyed in the fire, and he needed to buy replacements. Emily told Bert to rest while she made a quick trip downstairs to the supermarket. Bert stopped her, thoughtfully asking, “That Vincent guy… haven’t we seen him somewhere before?” Emily kept her expression neutral, answering calmly, “In Rome.” “No, I mean before that. In Rome, I didn’t really pay much attention to him, but earlier, I had a good look. He seems really familiar. I swear I’ve seen him before. Don’t you remember?” Emily licked her lips and took a deep breath. “No.” Bert was still a bit puzzled, but he couldn’t quite place it. After settling him in, Emily grabbed her keys and headed out. The elevator dinged as it reached the first floor. As the doors opened, she stepped forward, only to see a familiar figure. She blinked, surprised. “You… didn’t leave?” “I live here too. Did you forget?” Satan said, noticing her holding her room card and keys. “Where are you going this late?” The elevator had people waiting to get in. Emily quickly stepped out. “I’m going to the supermarket to pick up some things for Bert. You should go up.” “Wait,” he said, catching up to her and grabbing her hand. “I’ll go with you.” Emily tried to pull her hand away, but after several attempts, he didn’t let go. His grip was too firm, and she didn’t want to make a scene in the busy hotel lobby. She still wasn’t used to being the center of attention in public. She preferred a quieter, more peaceful life. “Aren’t you still sick? Don’t you need to go back to the hospital? Doesn’t Dylan keep an eye on you?” “I’m the boss,” Satan said, pulling her along. Emily, trailing behind him, complained, “But Dylan is just looking out for you… Hey, slow down, I can’t keep up!” She was wearing high heels, which she rarely wore. It was only during her time abroad that she got used to them, but they still made her uncomfortable if worn for too long. The discomfort from the shoes was like life itself—no one else could truly understand the pain. In a low voice, he said, “You should stick to flats.” “I have to maintain a professional appearance at work. All the other women wear heels, so I do too. Besides, I’m usually sitting most of the time, so it’s not a big deal,” Emily explained. Satan frowned slightly. “There’s no rule that says women have to wear heels at work.” “You think the Great Wall Group is still the laid-back company it was three years ago?” Emily sighed. “Back then, it was just your personal business, and you could set any rules you wanted. But now, after merging with Norman Group and Reed Group, the company is a corporate giant in New York. Things have become much more formal.” Satan didn’t respond, only gently holding her wrist instead of her hand, guiding her slowly. He could tell from her gait that her feet hurt. As they left the Hilton Hotel and turned right, they were just 300 meters from a supermarket, with a row of stores selling clothes and shoes in between. Satan led her into a sportswear store. “What are you doing? Are you buying shoes?” “I’m buying them for you.” Satan pulled her inside. The store attendant, noticing their good looks and refined appearance, rushed over with a bright smile. “Sir, ma’am, we just got a lot of new styles. Feel free to look around. Let me know if you’d like to try anything on.” “I’m looking for women’s shoes, the most comfortable ones for walking,” Satan said directly. The store clerk blinked, then quickly nodded. “Of course! Please have a seat, I’ll bring them right over.” The store was nearly empty, and the attendant’s enthusiasm made Emily feel a little uncomfortable. Satan gently pressed her shoulders, guiding her to sit on a leather sofa. “I remember you like white, right?” Emily nodded, then shook her head. “White shoes get dirty easily, and once they’re dirty, they look awful.” Satan nodded. “But black sneakers don’t look as nice. How about these red ones?”Emily wasn’t too picky about the style of the shoes. Besides, she had come out to buy Bert’s necessities, not shoes for herself. The whole situation felt strange, but she couldn’t argue with Satan. All she wanted was to get this over with and leave quickly. “Alright, let’s go with these,” Emily decided hastily. “Let’s pay and go. How much are they?” The store clerk, surprised at how decisive they were, quickly replied, “These are part of our new collection, so they’re not on sale—$500.” Emily nodded and reached for her wallet, but Satan had already handed over his card. “These are a matching set, right?” The clerk eagerly nodded. “Yes, these are part of a couple’s set. The men’s version is a blue pair—also very stylish. Would you like to try them?” “I won’t try them on. Just give me the men’s pair as well, and I’ll pay for both.” “Of course!” The store clerk quickly processed the payment. “We’ll wear them out,” Satan added. “Absolutely, I’ll pack up your old shoes.” The clerk handed back the card, and brought over two pairs of sneakers, placing them on the ground. She reached out to help Emily change. Emily quickly stopped her, “I can do it myself.” She slipped off her high heels and put on the sneakers. The heels had made her a bit taller, but now she was back to standing just at Satan’s chest level. Still, her feet felt much more comfortable. “How do they feel?” “They’re good.” Seeing her satisfied, Satan’s lips curled into a slight smile. He sat beside her, taking off his custom-made shoes and putting on the dark blue sneakers. The two pairs looked identical except for the color and size difference. “They look great on you two,” the clerk remarked, beaming. “Especially you, ma’am. You look amazing in these shoes.”“Really?” Satan chuckled. “I think so too. She looks good in anything.” Emily, blushing, quickly pulled him out of the store. The clerk hurried after them, carrying their old shoes in boxes. “Sir, ma’am, don’t forget your shoes!”