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 know

gave

Mansion, Mason had already taken a

table, busy handling the remaining project contracts for Smith

in the kitchen,

aroma of the porridge wafted out

to it and turned to look,

up, slightly revealing her

and beautiful, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye giving her a cold and alluring look. Michael couldn't

to be her, whom he saw every

porridge is ready. Drink it first, then get back to work," Emily said, her tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous wife, just doing what she should, helping Michael

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

lost in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk

always the one being

Michael, scooped a bowl

you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should

a need to sit

she's fine.

Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City, changing

doctor say?" Emily

said she needs rest," Michael

spoon and looked at the bowl of porridge

melt on his tongue like cotton candy. The temperature

the moment would disappear in an instant, just like Scarlett's concern for him, just like

expression. She thought there was something wrong with the

faults, maybe he would want her to redo it

Like a shy child, he lowered his head

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

the dining table and saw Michael still sitting on

'It's so late. Is he going out again?

grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What