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.

eat but didn't

Michael gave her

at midnight in the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a

at the dining table, busy handling the remaining project contracts for Smith

in the kitchen, carefully

of the porridge wafted out

to look, seeing Emily

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

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

to be her, whom he

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 manage everything behind the

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

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

was always the

of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a

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

a need

face darkened, "Yeah, she's

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

the doctor

she needs rest," Michael

picked up the spoon and looked at the

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

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

it not good?" Emily asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the

maybe he would want her to redo it in

shy child, he lowered his head and

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 today? Maybe they were both too

and saw Michael still sitting on

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

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