The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 18 Fever in the Dead of Night

At that moment, Michael finally got how much Emily actually cared about him. Before, he'd been too stubborn to see it, treating her like she was just there for his convenience-calling her up when he needed something and ignoring her the rest of the time.

Now, he felt like a total jerk. Emily, the one he'd never really paid attention to, had taken a whipping for him. Seeing those marks on her back made him feel worse than if he'd been the one getting whipped.

"Let go of me, Michael. Don't make me hate you," Emily struggled harder.

Michael suddenly let go. Emily stood up and slapped him. She didn't have much strength, so it didn't hurt him much. Compared to the pain on his back, it was nothing.

For the first time, Emily saw guilt and hesitation on Michael's face. 'Is he actually feeling sorry for me?' she wondered.

After hitting him, she noticed Michael wasn't mad. Normally, he was so aloof that he wouldn't tolerate being slapped by anyone.

"You hit me so easily, so why did you take that whip for me?" Michael sneered.

Emily, still feverish and sweating from the struggle, snapped back, "Yeah, I shouldn't have taken it for you. I should've let grandpa beat you to death. Then we wouldn't need a divorce, and I could inherit your estate!"

Thinking about Michael lifting her clothes earlier, she didn't know whether to feel more ashamed or angry.

Either way, she really didn't want to see him right now. She checked her phone and saw it was already 2:30 a.m.

"Are you still not leaving?" Emily glared at him coldly.

running a fever. I'll get you some medicine," Michael said, deciding not to

turned and left, probably to find some fever medicine. But he wasn't feeling great either; his back hurt a lot, and he had

over herself. After hitting Michael, she was still shaking. She didn't know what had come over her. 'How could I hit him? Am I

out looking for medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her phone whether pregnant women could

shouldn't take it casually; physical cooling was best. Just as she was reading, Michael came back, and she hurriedly hid her

looking at that's so secretive?" Michael sneered, holding medicine in one hand and a cup of water in

the medicine in his hand and said

medicine, or I'll force it down your throat,"

closer, trembling nervously, desperately thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I can't take it," she blurted out in

"Emily, do you really want me to force the medicine down your

nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really am allergic. Do you

didn't want to bother anyone else, so she had to ask Michael to find some alcohol.

do it myself," Emily said, taking the alcohol from him. She didn't want Michael helping her wipe down; that would be

and then tossed

explain that he'd been impulsive earlier, but he didn't know how to start because he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not want a divorce now?' he

Michael said stiffly and

had noticed his pale and sickly face but

the middle of the night. Emily hadn't

subsided, Mason was relieved. "At least Michael was considerate. Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to worry about today's family banquet and to rest well. Emily felt a warm feeling in her heart. In the entire Smith family, only Mason truly

members of the Smith Family's extended branches. In fact, calling it a family banquet was more like a work report. Most of them were there to report their monthly work progress to the head of the Smith