The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 60 The Baffling Mr. Smith

Emily bit her lip and cracked the door open, sticking her arm through.

Michael's eyes landed on her arm. Her skin was so smooth and soft, it looked like water could be squeezed out of it. He couldn't help but remember the last time he had been drugged and the image of Emily beneath him. His throat went dry, and he swallowed hard.

Emily fumbled around for a while but couldn't find her clothes. Frustrated, she snapped, "Where are my clothes?"

Michael snapped out of it and quickly handed her the clothes, mentally kicking himself for being slow.

But then he thought, 'She's my wife, so why am I beating myself up?'

Emily took the clothes and opened them up, only to find her pajamas and underwear inside.

Her face turned bright red. He actually grabbed her underwear, but then she thought, 'it's a good thing he did; otherwise, it would be even more embarrassing to go out without it.'

But then she realized, 'Did he go through my whole drawer? It's full of my pink, delicate underwear.'

Thinking about it, she ground her teeth. 'Why am I so scatterbrained today? How could I forget to bring clothes to the shower?'

Emily finally finished dressing in the bathroom. When she opened the door, she found Michael still in her room, lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Seeing Emily come out, his eyes darkened, and a look of amazement flashed across his face. Emily's exposed skin was tender and misty with moisture, slightly tinged in pale pink, and her long hair, like seaweed, was dripping with water. Emily walked out, drying herself with a towel, and suddenly asked with a displeased expression, "Why are you still here?"

Michael looked at her lazily. "What? I just helped you, and now you want to kick me out?"

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in front of the vanity to blow-dry her hair. Just as she turned on the hairdryer, Michael suddenly took it from her and said,

really annoyed and said sulkily, "No

Michael pressed her down on

a deep breath and queried, "What exactly do you want,

and said, "Until we get divorced, you're still my

that her face turned red. In about ten minutes,

up abruptly and said,

her hair, but he also followed her into the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Emily had just finished showering, and the steam

Emily's bathroom; the first time he wasn't sober, but this time he was. Just as he was about to reach out to see what was in the sink, Emily quickly snatched it away. Emily shouted, "Michael, what are you doing? Don't touch my

bit red as she placed the basin on a higher shelf, he knew what was in it.

the door angrily, "Michael, get out. Don't touch my

"What's wrong? Can't I touch my wife's things? Besides, I don't just touch your things; I touch you too." With that, he pulled

about to feel distressed over her fallen bottles,

this since Emily came out. One hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other pressed her hands against the bathroom mirror. The more Emily struggled, the more excited he became. He was kissing her

of disbelief and disgust. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she bit down on Michael's lip. Michael tasted

let

Michael away. "What are

said, "What? Can't I kiss

at him coldly. "What? Is your germophobia cured? You don't

the blood from his lip. "With such a beautiful

tried to jump off the sink, but Michael reached out and lifted