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

Michael gave

the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative

busy handling the remaining project

kitchen, carefully and skillfully

the aroma of the porridge wafted out from the

drawn to it and turned to look, seeing Emily busy at

had her hair simply tied up,

had never noticed that Emily's eyelashes were so long, and her eyes 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 but

to be her, whom he saw

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

Emily. He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What do I need from her?

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

always the one

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

get a chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be fine, right?" Emily

look that intimidating? Was there really a need to sit so

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

but think of Daniel again. But with Smith

doctor say?"

said she needs

spoon and looked

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

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

strange expression. She thought there was something wrong

liked to find faults, maybe he

Like a shy child, he lowered his head and finished the bowl

along surprisingly peacefully. Emily didn't expect that Michael didn't give her any trouble, didn't even say much,

the dining table and saw Michael still

going out again? Whatever. I

She had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What are you doing?" "Going