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.

sobered up a bit because he'd puked up half the wine. But the heat in his body was still there. After searching and not finding Emily, he

vomiting, replied, "I already took a

didn't

anger, shot back, "Why should

a great mood. She had just finished her bath when Michael showed up. He pulled her into his arms, and before Emily could even figure out who it was, Michael's lips were already on hers. Emily felt a weird sense of familiarity. She pushed Michael away

you? What's all this on

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

into the bathroom, yelling, "Get me some

shouted

frustrated, stomped her foot and

felt a lot better. Having puked

losing his temper again. He coldly asked, "What

always know when I throw up? I didn't come back

suffocated. The air in the car she and Abigail took was bad, so halfway through the ride, she couldn't help but open the door and vomit by the roadside. Emily had been too tired out

home tonight. But she and Abigail had waited at the entrance for a long time without seeing Michael. Freezing, they finally had to take a cab

Michael said, "Damn it. When will you get better? Did you take your