322 The Smell of Salted Fish

"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.