The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 6 Tonight, You Sleep with Me

Michael was just as shocked to see such a captivating sight. Emily was perched on the edge of the bed, her hair still damp, wearing a flimsy nightgown that barely clung to her shoulder, showing off a lot of skin. The gown's hem was hiked up to her thighs, leaving her legs completely exposed.

They both froze for a moment, but Emily snapped out of it first. She quickly fixed her clothes and stood up, her face turning bright red, unsure of how much he had seen.

"What are you doing here?" Emily asked, her voice shaky. Apart from that one time he was drugged, this was the first time he had come into her room while sober. They usually slept in separate rooms.

Michael looked away. He had seen plenty of beautiful women, but he had to admit, Emily was the most stunning and graceful of them all.

He cleared his throat and finally met her eyes. "Did you go to the hospital today?" he asked, stepping closer to her.

It was then that Emily noticed he was holding an ice pack and a towel. She looked at him, confused, not sure what he was planning. As he moved forward, she backed up until she had nowhere to go and fell back onto the bed. "What are you going to do?" Emily's heart pounded as he got closer, her ears burning.

Michael looked at her flushed face and found her unexpectedly cute. "Hold still, you need some ice." He placed the towel on her bruised face, and the sudden coldness calmed her down. It was these rare moments of kindness that had made her fall for him, tricking herself into thinking he might care for her. But she wasn't going to fall for it again.

"Thanks, I can do it myself." Emily took the towel from him, stood up quickly, and moved a few steps away, avoiding his eyes.

like throwing up now?"

this up again? Did

to say? This is ridiculous," Emily shot back, trying

to confirm his suspicions, he spoke firmly and coldly, "From now on,

looked at Michael, not understanding what was going on with him

her with a serious expression. He needed to figure out why

obsessed with cleanliness?" She couldn't believe she was worried about his

a bed. I didn't touch you before, and I won't now," Michael said, sounding a

her abdomen. 'If you didn't touch me, how could I have this baby?' She scoffed internally and looked up at him. "Mr. Smith, we're about to get divorced. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to sleep together now?" Emily decisively refused. She

cared about what others wanted because he was Michael. He had the money and the power, never needing

Emily up. She gasped

hitting him. But Michael ignored her,

his outfits to ensuring his diet was healthy. She was familiar with his room, having personally arranged everything from his suits to his ties and socks. So when Michael let go of her, she immediately went to open the door, but it was already locked. "Michael, what are you doing? If you want company, go to Sophia. Let me out,"

Emily, we haven't signed the divorce agreement yet, and you're already telling me to be with another woman. Are you that eager to get divorced?" Michael's face darkened as he stepped

but also quite adept at falsely accusing others," Emily retorted impatiently. Emily