81 I Want Revenge

"But I don't even know whose child I'm carrying now," Emily said. "So... let me touch you, can I? No lights, I just want to feel your face."

Mr. Satan remained silent for a long time.

Inside suite 2307 of the Hilton Hotel, it was exceptionally quiet.

The phone rang.

Emily's phone was ringing.

It was Jackson calling.

Emily hesitated, unsure whether to answer Jackson's call at this moment. He would likely be asking about her situation or inquiring about Mr. Satan's whereabouts. But she knew so little about Mr. Satan herself, how could she explain it to Jackson?

"Who is it?" Mr. Satan asked.

Emily answered honestly, "It's Jackson."

"Don't answer his call."

"But he's my boss. It might not be polite..."

"Don't answer, Emily," Mr. Satan took the phone from her hand, ended the call directly, then switched it off and tossed it aside. "Emily, don't answer calls from other men in front of me. I'll get jealous."

Emily took a deep breath. "Mr. Satan, you know everything about me very well, but I