The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 43 Who Am I

Emily glanced over but didn't say a word. She had no clue how to design jewelry for the woman who might be hooking up with her husband.

After a long pause, she finally grabbed her phone, ready to call Michael. She couldn't keep her anxious thoughts at bay any longer. 'Is Michael really involved with a movie star? Are they at a hotel right now? What are they doing?' Emily's mind raced. Sometimes she pictured them having sex, other times she thought Michael, being a clean freak, wouldn't touch another woman.

While Emily was lost in her thoughts, the door suddenly got kicked open. She jumped, dropping her phone on the bed. Looking up, she saw Michael standing there.

A wave of relief washed over Emily. He wasn't with the movie star or Sophia. Trying to hide her excitement, she walked over. But something seemed off about Michael. He was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

Emily walked closer and sniffed. There was just a faint smell of red wine; he shouldn't be drunk. She asked softly, "Michael, what's wrong with you?"

Michael saw Emily approaching and clenched his fists, trying to keep it together. Finally, in a strained voice, he said, "Get out!"

Emily froze, not daring to move closer. She swallowed her bitterness and said, "Fine, I'll go."

She forcefully shut the door, but just as it was about to close, Michael suddenly blocked it with his hand.

what was happening. Michael seemed out of it. She was worried. "Michael, are you okay?" she asked. Michael didn't answer. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes. He was always captivated by her eyes, no matter her

countless stars. He couldn't hold back his restlessness any longer. He wrapped his arms around her

in disbelief. She wanted to curse, wondering who had drugged Michael this time. 'But wasn't he with Thalia at the hotel two hours ago? What's going on? Did Thalia drug him? Did it not work, or has it already kicked in?' Judging by Michael

She used all her strength to push Michael away, holding onto his shoulders. But Michael couldn't control himself anymore. The restlessness and heat coursing through him made him

her on the bed. Before she could get up, he pinned

looking into his eyes. Michael seemed a bit out of it, but she still asked, "Who am I? Michael, do you

her question, Michael seemed to snap back a bit. After a moment,

question. Emily didn't answer, just stared

of bitterness. She thought, if it were Sophia under him now, he'd probably

compare herself to Sophia because she found Sophia disgusting and fake. But seeing Michael like this, willing to endure his discomfort rather than touch her, made her insanely

woman in bed, but she couldn't

this, Emily thought Michael wouldn't have any more thoughts about her and tried to

as soon as she reached out, Michael suddenly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, saying, "I know,

without hesitation. At that moment, Emily felt like she had gone

chill. She reached down and felt the metal buckle of Michael's belt against her