48 We Get Married

Mr. Satan's lips covered hers, silencing her.

"Emily, this is a vow, not a wish."

She bit her lip. "Just pretend it's a wish."

He sighed deeply, a mix of happiness and resignation. "Emily, you're too kind."

"What do you mean?"

"Luckily it's me you've encountered," Mr. Satan said. "If it were the man we just mentioned, James, who saved your father with money, would you treat him the same way? He's a playboy, and you would get hurt."

Emily pouted. "I'm not stupid. I won't give my heart to every man."

"Hmm," Mr. Satan expressed skepticism. "What if you had actually met him? What would you do then?"

"Well..." Emily paused, pondering for a moment, before replying, "I would definitely repay him. I would work harder to earn money to pay him back."

Mr. Satan booped her nose. "He doesn't need money. You should know what men want from women. He wants you. Emily, let me ask you, if he demanded your body, would you agree?"