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.

to eat but didn't

Michael gave her

in the old Mansion, Mason had

the dining table, busy handling the remaining project

kitchen, carefully and

aroma of the porridge wafted

to it and turned to look, seeing Emily busy

her hair simply tied up,

under those lashes were clear and beautiful, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye giving her a cold and alluring look. Michael couldn't help

to be her, whom

shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet

Sophia? What

lost in thought, Emily didn't bother to

was always the one

of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a bowl for herself, and sat

to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be

Was there really a need to sit

face darkened, "Yeah, she's fine. The

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

the doctor

just said she needs rest," Michael

spoon and looked at the bowl of

with the spoon, Michael took a sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on

warmth of the moment would disappear in an instant,

asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong

maybe he would want her to

shy child, he lowered his head and finished the bowl

night, the two of them got along surprisingly peacefully. Emily didn't expect that Michael didn't give her any trouble, didn't even say much, and finished the whole pot of porridge she made. What was up with him

the dining table and saw Michael still

late. Is he going out again?

this, Emily went upstairs first. She had just grabbed the doorknob