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.

tissue, and wiped his mouth with that usual elegant

looks good. Let me try it," Michael said,

reaching out to protect the grapefruit, but Michael was quicker, lifting the

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

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

disgust. Instead, he ate several pieces in a

Whenever he saw her eating sour fruits at home, he'd

eased his nausea. He kept eating more, and weirdly, it

"Give me back the grapefruit." If he kept eating, the

at Emily's puffed-up face, finding her more genuine and cute than when she was arguing with

smirk playing on his lips. As expected,

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

her by the waist, but she still ended up in his arms. Both of them froze. Emily, lying on top

over, pinning her beneath him, one hand protecting her head and the other tightly holding her waist. Emily's face turned beet red. She

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

looked at her, he felt his breathing grow heavy, a warm sensation spreading to his lower abdomen. Especially with her struggling beneath him, he immediately felt a change in himself. He quickly let go

unable to get up. She couldn't help but think of their first time together. Back then,