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?"

snorted. "Thanks, you can leave

talk to him and sat down in front of the vanity to blow-dry her hair. Just as she

really annoyed and said sulkily, "No

down on the chair

and queried, "What exactly do

get divorced, you're still

angry that her face turned red. In about ten minutes, Michael had finished drying

abruptly and said, "Alright, you

intending to tidy up the bathroom. But Michael was acting very strange tonight. Not only did he help her dry her hair, but he also followed her into the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Emily had just finished showering,

time he was. Just as he was about to reach out to see what was in the sink,

the basin on a higher shelf, he knew what was in it. But he

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

just touch your things; I touch you too." With that, he pulled Emily over and sat her on the sink, knocking over all

feel distressed over her fallen bottles, Michael ignored her struggles and kissed her with his

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 deeper and deeper. This

that she couldn't break free, she bit down on Michael's lip.

let go

away.

"What? Can't I

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

his lip. "With such a beautiful wife in

the