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.

still running a fever. I'll get you some medicine," Michael said, deciding

fever medicine. But he wasn't feeling great either; his back hurt a

what had come over her. 'How could I

for medicine, she quickly got up and searched

cooling was best. Just as she was reading, Michael came back, and

that's so secretive?" Michael sneered, holding medicine in one

looked at the medicine in his hand and said coldly, "I'm not taking

or I'll force it down your throat,"

an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I can't take it," she

me to force

the fever. She had secretly taken her temperature earlier, and it was nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really

really didn't want to bother anyone else, so she had to ask Michael to find some alcohol. Even Michael found it hard to believe he

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

and arms with the alcohol and then tossed it aside, mainly because Michael refused to leave and insisted on watching

to 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 wondered. But thinking of Sophia, he

sleep," Michael said stiffly

and sickly face but didn't say anything. Maybe she

the night. Emily hadn't gotten up yet

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 about today's family banquet

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