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 are you

been

and just as he started to smile, he saw

bring a low-pressure atmosphere wherever he went, and the

time would be the same. Emily was even prepared to

even asked Ava to serve tea, including to Daniel, who had

one side, Daniel and Abigail on the other. The four of them stared at

sense a bit of confrontation in his words, more precisely, in the way Michael looked

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

unspoken power. To use a more chilling metaphor, he was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered with a soft touch. What a truly

written this perfect male lead and second male lead scenario, and maybe the next hit would

fantasy, she saw Emily sitting across from her, giving her constant signals. It seemed to say, "What

Emily, like, "You made this mess, you clean it

to Emerald Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into

been waiting all night to hear Emily call his name.

expressionless, and pointed to the study. "Let's

She used to go in often, bringing warm soup and supplements, staying

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

her. Emily took a deep

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

unusually gentlemanly and polite, even speaking

they were about to get divorced, and she was about to

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

moving out, you must already know that," Emily