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 to argue

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

her. 'How could I hit him? Am I really that out of

medicine, she quickly got up and searched on her phone whether

shouldn't take it casually; physical cooling was best. Just

Michael sneered, holding medicine in one hand and a cup of

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

I'll force it down your

desperately thinking of an excuse. "I'm allergic to fever medicine. I

to force the

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

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

didn't want

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

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

sleep," Michael said stiffly and then

his pale and sickly

next day, Mason found out about the commotion in the middle of the night. Emily

a 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 about today's family banquet and to rest well. Emily felt a warm

a family banquet was more like a work report. Most of