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.

the spoon, grabbed a tissue, and wiped his mouth with that usual elegant demeanor.

try it," Michael said,

protested, reaching out to protect the grapefruit, but Michael was

it back," Emily snapped. She'd been feeling nauseous and wanted something sour, so she ordered the grapefruit as soon as she saw it. "This is marital property,"

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

of disgust. Instead, he ate several pieces in

She remembered Michael used to hate sour things. Whenever he saw her eating sour fruits at home, he'd frown but

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

If he kept eating, the plate would be

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

smirk playing on his lips. As expected, Emily

bought it. Give it back," she snapped, reaching for the plate,

haste, she tripped over her own feet and fell forward. Michael instinctively caught her

protecting her head and

never noticed this

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 of her and sat up. Then he hurriedly said, "I'll pick you up tomorrow,"

unable to get up. She couldn't help but think of their first time together. Back then, he was not fully conscious and acted purely on instinct, pinning