The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 67 Is There No Other Way?

"Emily, Emily." Suddenly, a soft hand wrapped around him from behind, making the heat in his body spike. He spun around and grabbed her, desperately searching for her lips.

He was a bit dazed, but just as he was about to kiss her, a wave of nausea hit him hard. Overwhelmed by the drug, he stumbled back and ended up puking all over Sophia.

Sophia froze, while Michael, still out of it, mumbled, "I'm sorry, Emily. Why'd you throw up again?"

The nausea hit him even harder, and he kept throwing up, spewing the red wine he'd drunk earlier all over Sophia.

Sophia, in her light spaghetti strap dress, looked beyond miserable. She stood there, stiff, covered in vomit, and reeking. She wished she could just disappear; she'd never been so humiliated. She screamed hysterically. Michael snapped out of it when he heard Sophia's voice and asked, "You're not Emily?"

Sophia was too freaked out to answer. She bolted to the bathroom, fighting her own nausea, ripped off her clothes, and tossed them in the trash. She locked herself in, staring at her reflection in the mirror, looking like a mess. How did it all go so wrong?

She'd planned everything perfectly. Michael just needed to drink that wine, then they would hook up, and as long as she kept quiet, he wouldn't know. The next day, she'd cry and accuse him of forcing her. Her plan was foolproof. But why did Michael have to puke on her at the critical moment? Was there something wrong with the drug? What went wrong? Staring at her disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes, she felt a mix of rage and frustration towards Michael. When Sophia finally cleaned up and came out, Michael was gone. The door was wide open.

But Michael, still under the drug's influence, couldn't have gone far. She quickly changed into spare clothes and ran out. But then she remembered the surveillance cameras and knew Michael would find out tomorrow, so she went back inside. She called someone to cut the power to the cameras, finally feeling a bit relieved before leaving.

a bit because he'd puked up half the wine. But the heat

and weak from vomiting, replied, "I already

"Why didn't

back her anger, shot back, "Why should I wait for you?" Then

make sure Emily understood the consequences of messing with him. He sped off to Emerald Lake Manor. Because Michael had bought "Lucky," Emily was in a great mood. She had just finished her bath when Michael showed up. He pulled her into his arms, and

asked, "What happened to you? What's all

almost losing it. He knew he'd drunk something nasty

stormed into the bathroom, yelling, "Get

it was Michael demanding clothes from her. Emily shouted angrily from outside, "Why are you using my

frustrated, stomped her foot and

a lot better. Having puked out the junk

coldly

and said, "How do you always know when I

the event, Emily had felt nauseous and suffocated. The air in the car she and Abigail took was bad, so halfway through the ride, she couldn't help but

her home tonight. But she and Abigail had waited at the entrance for a long time without seeing

"Damn it. When will you get better? Did