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.

told her to leave but wouldn't let her close the door. Then Michael pushed her back into the room and pinned her against the door. Emily was shocked. This familiar feeling made her realize 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

restlessness any longer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and

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 like this, it seemed Thalia hadn't succeeded yet. But she couldn't think about

from her lips to her neck, and he was exploring her body. Emily was too weak to push him away, but she suddenly thought of the baby in her belly. She used all her strength to push Michael away, holding onto his shoulders. But Michael

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

of it, but she still asked,

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

question. Emily didn't answer, just stared at him. His

bitterness. She thought, if it were Sophia under

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

a huge humiliation for a woman in bed, but she couldn't force him because she was Emily, not

any

her hands and pinned them above her head,

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

her nightgown. Emily suddenly felt a chill. She reached down and felt the metal buckle of Michael's belt against her belly, and