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.

medicine," Michael said, deciding not to argue since she was

turned and left, probably to find some fever medicine. But he wasn't feeling great either;

shaking. She didn't know what had come over her. 'How could I hit him? Am I really that out of it from the fever?' Then she thought about the

Michael was out looking for medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her phone whether

Just as she was reading, Michael

so secretive?" Michael sneered, holding medicine in one hand and a cup of water in the

looked at the medicine in his hand and said coldly, "I'm

stop being unreasonable. Take the medicine, or I'll force it down your

closer, trembling nervously, desperately thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever

do you really want me to

secretly taken her temperature earlier, and it was nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really am allergic. Do you have any alcohol?

anyone else, so she had to ask Michael to find some alcohol. Even Michael found it hard to believe he was actually listening to her. After some fuss, his face turned

it myself," Emily said, taking the alcohol from him. She didn't want

tossed it aside, mainly because Michael refused to leave

because he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not

sleep," Michael said

he left. She had noticed his pale and sickly face but didn't say anything.

in the middle of the night. Emily

check-up confirmed that her fever had subsided, Mason was relieved. "At least Michael was considerate. Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to worry

included members of the Smith Family's extended branches. In fact, calling it a family banquet was more like a work report. Most