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

I'm doing? You've been

watched them being affectionate the whole time, and just

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

be the same. Emily was even prepared

even asked Ava to serve tea, including

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

of confrontation in his words,

under the warm light of the living room, his aura

was like a gentle blade, each cut lethal yet delivered with a soft touch. What

dramas; otherwise, she would have written this perfect male lead and second male

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

to Emily, like, "You made this

Lake Manor? Wasn't that like walking into the lion's den? Forget it,

to hear Emily call his name. He

and pointed to the

go in

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

cold atmosphere of the study hit her. Emily took a deep breath, just about to

"You go first."

"No, you go first."

unusually gentlemanly and polite, even speaking

were about to get divorced,

was there to argue about?

out, you must already know that," Emily