The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 100 A Belated Apology

"In other words, you two are a true match," Abigail said.

"What's that?" Michael asked.

'The president of Smith Corporation doesn't even know what a true match is! Poor Emily, being with him all these years,' Abigail thought to herself. "A true match, simply put, means a perfect pair! Personality match, values match, in short, everything matches!" Abigail explained.

Seeing that Michael still didn't quite get it, Abigail decided to break it down even more.

"Think of it this way, you and Emily are definitely not a true match!"

As soon as she said this, the living room fell silent again.

Alright, she had put her foot in it again.

Seeing Michael's face darken, Abigail scratched her head helplessly and kept glancing at her phone screen, just wanting to ask, 'When is Emily coming?' The doorbell rang.

As it got darker, Ava thought it must be Emily this time. She ran to open the door with a face full of excitement, and this time she guessed right, but there was an unexpected addition.

"Ava, this is my friend, Daniel, here to help me move."

Hearing the word "move," Ava felt sad again.

"Mrs. Smith, do you really have to move? Aren't you doing well at Emerald Lake Manor?"

To be honest, Emily didn't know why she suddenly wanted to move. Logically, she didn't need to push herself so hard, especially since she wasn't financially well-off at the moment. Renting a house had already used up all her savings. Before she could answer Ava, Abigail had already rushed in from the living room. She hugged Emily tightly and gave her a big kiss.

God! What

You've been gone all afternoon, I missed

being affectionate the whole time, and just as he started to smile,

a low-pressure atmosphere wherever he

same. Emily

and even asked Ava to serve tea,

The four of them stared at each other until Daniel finally spoke first. "Michael, I'm here to help

and Abigail could sense a bit of confrontation

the warm light of the living room, his aura exuded undeniable

a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered

this perfect male

sitting across from her, giving her constant signals. It seemed to say, "What

to Emily, like, "You

Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into the lion's den? Forget it, this matter could only be resolved by

waiting all night to hear Emily call his name. He

up, expressionless, and pointed

went into Michael's study now. She used to go in often, bringing warm soup and supplements, staying all

no affection between them, so why pretend? There were only a few people in the house, no need to put

she entered, the cold atmosphere of the study hit her. Emily took

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

Michael was unusually gentlemanly and polite,

but could guess why. After all, they were about to get divorced, and she was about to

was ending, what was there to argue about? And, last night's incident

you must already know that,"