The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 113 Sleep with Me Tonight

Back in the bedroom, Emily felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her.

She yawned, glancing at the flashy diamond ring on her finger, and smiled.

Suddenly, she heard the roar of a car engine outside the window.

Emily walked over and saw Michael getting out of the car alone, looking totally wiped out.

It seemed like Veda's condition had gotten better.

Emily blinked, gathering the last bit of her energy to head downstairs to see Michael.

"You're back? Have you eaten? You must be starving. Should I ask Anson to whip up something for you?" Emily asked.

This was a rare show of concern from Emily towards Michael.

She really looked like the lady of the house, holding down the fort in this somewhat chaotic home.

Michael was surprised but felt a weird sense of happiness.

But then he thought, maybe Emily was just being polite because of all the Smith family drama.

Michael thought helplessly about their impending divorce.

"It's so late, don't bother Anson. Can you make me some porridge? I want something light," Michael said.

His stomach was really bothering him. He hadn't been eating well these past few days, and the sensory connection with Emily made his stomach churn, especially after seeing Daniel today. Already down because of Veda's suicide attempt, he was now even more drained and irritable.

"Okay, I'll make it," Emily replied.

She was also surprised that Michael actually wanted porridge.

Today, she had gone to the hospital to see Isabella, had spicy Mexican food for lunch, and was shocked by Veda's suicide attempt in the evening. Later, she had Ceviche with Mason. After all that, Emily's stomach was also feeling off.

eat

gave

Mason had already taken a sedative and was sound

busy handling the remaining project

was in the kitchen, carefully

the porridge

drawn to it and turned to look, seeing Emily

her hair simply tied up,

of her eye giving her a cold and alluring look. Michael couldn't help but think that he hadn't seen

expect it to be her, whom he saw

tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous wife, just doing

Michael felt that he needed a woman like Emily. He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What do I need from

in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk

was always

scooped a bowl for herself, and

earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be fine, right?" Emily

there really a need to sit so

"Yeah, she's fine. The doctor

doctor, Michael couldn't help but think of Daniel again. But with Smith Corporation's influence in

doctor

said she needs rest," Michael

spoon and looked at the bowl of

sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on his tongue like cotton candy. The temperature was just right,

disappear in an instant, just like Scarlett's concern for him, just like Veda's

seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the

maybe he would want

very good," Michael replied. Like a shy child, he lowered his head

much, and finished the whole pot of porridge she made. What was up with him today? Maybe they were both

dining table and saw Michael still sitting on the sofa,

couldn't help but think, 'It's so late. Is he going out again? Whatever. I can't stay up any longer; I have to sleep

the doorknob