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.

wanted to eat but

gave

the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative

at the dining table, busy handling the remaining project

was in the kitchen, carefully and skillfully

aroma of the porridge wafted out from the

it and turned to look, seeing

tied up, slightly revealing

Emily's eyelashes were so long, and her eyes under those lashes were clear and beautiful, with a tear mole at the corner of

just didn't expect it to be her,

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

a woman like Emily. He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What

in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk

was always the one being

of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a bowl

earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be

that intimidating? Was there really a need to

she's fine. The doctor

again. But with Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City, changing

the doctor say?" Emily asked

just said she needs rest," Michael

spoon and looked at the bowl of porridge Emily had

Michael took a sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on his tongue like cotton candy. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor

couldn't describe his feelings, only that the warmth of the moment would disappear in an instant, just like Scarlett's concern for him,

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

maybe he would want her to redo it in

child, he

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

and saw

again? Whatever. I can't stay up any longer; I have to

first. She had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What