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 didn't know

gave her an

Mason had already taken a

was sitting at the dining table, busy handling the remaining project contracts for

the kitchen,

of the porridge wafted

to look, seeing Emily busy at the

her hair simply tied up, slightly revealing her beautiful and delicate

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

didn't expect it to be her,

get back to work," Emily said, her tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she

about Sophia? What do I need from

standing still, lost in thought, Emily didn't bother

was always the one

simply placed the bowl of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a bowl for herself, and sat down a few

didn't get a chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should

a need to sit so far

"Yeah, she's fine. The doctor

help but think of Daniel again. But with Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City,

the doctor

she

Michael picked up the spoon and looked

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

feelings, only that the warmth of the moment would disappear in an

asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the porridge she

all, he always liked to find faults, maybe he would want her to redo it in the next

a shy child, he lowered his

say much, and finished

saw Michael

Is he going out again? Whatever. I can't stay up any longer;

Emily went upstairs first. She had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What are you doing?" "Going to sleep,"