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.

some medicine," Michael said, deciding not

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

I hit him?

medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her

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

holding medicine in one hand and a

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

it down your throat," he said, his

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

her. "Emily, do you really want me to force the medicine down your throat?" His patience was wearing

and 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

so she had to ask Michael to find some alcohol. Even Michael found it hard to believe he was actually

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

tossed it aside, mainly because Michael refused to leave

he had indeed brought up the divorce. 'Do I not want a divorce now?' he wondered. But

Michael said stiffly

he left. She had noticed his pale and sickly

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

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

family banquet was more like a work report. Most of them were there to report their monthly work