The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 29: Reaching Cooperation

"Hey, so you're Ella. I gotta say, your paintings are amazing, and I didn't expect you to be this gorgeous in person. My teacher's a big fan too." Emily felt a weird sense of familiarity with Jeffrey's excitement. Noticing Emily's puzzled look, Jeffrey jumped in to explain, "My teacher is Mr. Jackson. He has some of your paintings."

Emily finally got why Jeffrey seemed familiar. It turned out that he was Nicholas's student.

"Hi, I'm Emily."

"Oh, your real name is just as poetic as your art. Miss Rodriguez and I have tried to meet you a few times, but we heard you were always busy. Didn't expect to see you today." Jeffrey was pretty good-looking and cheerful, and Emily didn't mind chatting with him a bit more.

"Yeah, I've been kinda swamped lately." In fact, she just wanted to avoid any drama before the press conference.

Emily and Abigail chatted with Jeffrey for a few more minutes until he got called away, but he made plans to meet up with Abigail next time.

Emily shot Abigail a teasing smile. "What? Do you like him?" She noticed Abigail sneaking glances at Jeffrey and blushing.

Abigail lightly punched Emily's shoulder, shyly saying, "What are you talking about? Let's go. The show's about to start." She quickly pulled Emily to find seats.

The first part was the press conference for Michael and Nicholas signing a cooperation agreement. Emily and Abigail found a low-key spot to sit.

They watched Michael, still looking dignified and elegant, walk onto the stage. After a bunch of business pleasantries with Nicholas, they finally signed, shook hands, hugged, and posed for photos under the media's flashlights.

Emily was super relieved the deal was signed first. If anything went wrong in the second half, the cooperation might've been off the table.

In the midst of the flashing lights, Michael's gaze zeroed in on Emily. Through the crowd, he saw the uniquely beautiful Emily resting her head on Abigail's shoulder. Maybe she was bored or maybe she was feeling off.

he wanted to say she was stunningly beautiful, the

noticed all the men in the room had their eyes on her, and

realized she was actually feeling sick because she couldn't hold it in any longer and had to rush to the restroom in front of all the reporters,

inside he was almost crying,

the restroom with Abigail,

like this. This baby doesn't seem to care

up. She took a sip of water and said,

you're just like your dad, always restless. Wait till you come out, I'll spank your little butt for making your

belly. When Emily and Abigail came out of the

Michael's face darkened even more. "What's wrong with you? Can't you

glances. "Did you

equally baffled. "Forget about him." Abigail supported Emily as they walked back

condition would improve and stop tormenting him. Michael stood on the balcony outside the venue, trying to clear his head. Soon, he saw Emily coming out. He wanted to talk to her, to tell her to rest at home if she wasn't feeling well instead of coming out and making herself suffer. Then Sophia called out to him from behind, "Michael, Mr. Jackson said he's waiting for you in the lounge." Michael frowned, looked at Emily again, but she had already walked away. He sighed, nodded, and went to find Nicholas with Sophia. Sophia glanced in the direction Michael had been originally heading, which was where Emily had just left. Sophia immediately stepped in front of him, even though Nicholas hadn't

fearing the baby would make her uncomfortable, but it seemed not eating wasn't an

to the hospital?" Abigail was a bit worried, noticing that Emily had kept losing weight instead of gaining it since she got

around and returned to the venue, which

you're his wife, right? Why is he always with Sophia? It's really annoying." Apparently, Abigail had

them, but Michael noticed her. Of

"You should come with me to meet Mr. Jackson

Emily smiled. "Sure."

face turned pale, her eyes flashing with resentment and unwillingness. In such

other?" Michael looked at Emily in confusion. 'When did she meet Nicholas?' He wondered. "We've