The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 24 Ambiguous Atmosphere

Michael only hesitated for a split second before plopping down.

"Alright," he said, grabbing a spoon from the food cart and digging in. Emily almost choked on her food. This Michael was nothing like the cold, bossy CEO she knew. "You... you didn't have dinner?" Emily finally asked, thinking he must've already eaten with Sophia.

Michael didn't bother to answer. Whether he was mad or just being stubborn, she didn't care. She couldn't exactly kick him out, so they ate in awkward silence. Emily found it weird. Lately, every time they met, it was either a fight or a standoff. Now, here they were, sitting across from each other, quietly eating their meal. The dim lighting, tasty food, and silent Michael brought back memories of when they first got married.

Most of the time, they'd sit like this, eating breakfast or dinner without saying much. Michael rarely talked. She used to think they'd always be like this, slow and steady. "We haven't eaten together like this in ages," Emily said softly, lost in thought.

Michael's hand paused mid-spoon. Yeah, it had been a long time since they had a proper meal together.

A flicker of guilt crossed his eyes. He knew it was his fault. But did she really want to have dinner with him?

He looked up at Emily. The soft light made her look even more gentle, and he couldn't look away.

Emily glanced up and caught Michael staring at her with an unreadable expression. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Why are you staring at me? If you're done, just leave," Emily said, trying to sound calm.

wiped his mouth with that usual elegant demeanor. Emily couldn't help but

Michael said, reaching for a plate

protect the grapefruit, but

so she ordered the grapefruit as soon as she saw it. "This is marital property," Michael said calmly, popping

was floored by his shamelessness. 'How could he say that?' She huffed, "Don't you hate

disgust. Instead, he ate several

things. Whenever he saw

eased his nausea. He kept eating more, and weirdly, it didn't taste sour at

face darkened. "Give me back the grapefruit." If he kept eating, the plate would

more genuine and cute than when she was

a smirk playing on his lips. As expected, Emily reacted like an

it. Give it back," she snapped, reaching for the plate, but Michael held it

fell forward. Michael instinctively caught her by the

fruit plate down. Then, he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him, one hand protecting her head and the other tightly holding her waist. Emily's

her eyes, feeling as if they were filled with stars, making him dizzy. 'How have I never noticed this before? And her waist, so slender that

her struggling beneath him, he immediately felt

of their first time together. Back then, he was not fully conscious and acted purely on instinct, pinning her beneath