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.

you're still running a fever. I'll get you some medicine," Michael said, deciding not to argue since she was still

find some fever medicine. But he wasn't feeling

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

quickly got up and searched on her phone whether pregnant women could take fever

that they shouldn't take it casually; physical cooling was best. Just as she was reading, Michael came

you looking at that's so secretive?" Michael sneered, holding medicine

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

I'll force it down your throat," he said, his tone leaving

an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I

"Emily, do you really want me to force

it was nearing 102 degrees Fahrenheit. "I really am allergic. Do you have any alcohol? I can use physical cooling. I always get through fevers this way," Emily compromised,

bother anyone else, so she had to ask Michael to find some

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

then tossed it aside, mainly because Michael refused to leave

start because he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I

said stiffly and then

relaxed only after he left. She had noticed his pale and sickly

the middle of the night. Emily hadn't gotten up yet

relieved. "At least Michael was considerate. Go, call him over," Mason snorted. He also reassured Emily not to

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