The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 19 The First Maintenance

"You've been married to our Michael for over two years now, right? Why haven't you had a kid yet?" Michael's aunt asked, her tone dripping with judgment. She had a husband who was notorious for fooling around with women, and she herself was always hanging out with male models, all under the Smith Family's protection. Their reputation was pretty awful.

"Go pressure your husband. We're not in a rush," Emily shot back, not even bothering to look at her.

She used to put up with everything because she loved Michael and was willing to endure it for his sake. But now, as her love for Michael faded and her disappointment grew, she wasn't going to take their crap anymore. "What did you just say? Do you have any manners? How can you talk to your elders like that?" Faye Smith snapped.

"Elders should act like elders," Michael's angry voice cut through the tension from behind.

As soon as everyone saw Michael, they backed off, not wanting to provoke him. No matter how much they disliked Emily, she was still Michael's wife, and no one else had the right to criticize her.

Emily was taken aback; this was the first time Michael had stood up for her in front of everyone. In the past, he always pretended not to notice, letting them bully and mock her.

She had grown more and more disappointed in him because of his indifference and neglect.

"Come with me," Michael said, extending his hand to her without any expression.

Emily didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, so she placed her hand in his. His palm was warm and dry, and for a moment, her heart raced. But then it settled back to normal. Michael had noticed her the moment she walked in. Maybe he had never really taken the time to see her before, but today, she looked so stunning that he couldn't take his eyes off her. Seeing her calm expression and slender waist, Michael felt a dryness in his throat.

"No one's watching us anymore. Let go of me," Emily said, pulling her hand away forcefully.

different question, "Aren't you cold?

and she didn't bother to figure it out. "None of your business. I'm going to Grandpa," Emily said,

divorce her, but after seeing her

he had the most rational and professional judgment in business, but when it

Mason, who was surrounded by younger family members, laughing heartily. Not wanting to disturb him, she found a quiet place

her, saying the banquet was starting, which was the last

with Emily. He felt a bit nauseous himself, but he hadn't eaten anything yet, being too

asked, trying to keep his irritation in

a bit. "I told you, my stomach's upset. How many times do I have to say it?" She glared at Michael, also noticing that whenever she felt unwell, he

to say. After a moment, he decided to

to scold her again, "With your frail body, how are you going to have children for Michael? You're always sickly. It's bad luck just

and Mason readily agreed. But Michael was unhappy and found Emily feeding

you mean? Not going back to Emerald Lake Manor?" Michael

of others, so she replied softly, "Yeah, I want to stay with Grandpa for a few more days. You

with me." Michael couldn't explain why he insisted she return, only knowing she had to stay where

threw down the fish food and

her and grabbed her hand. "Give me a reason," he

and I find it disgusting, okay? Didn't you say you were willing to get

her, but she was no longer someone he could