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

gave her

in the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative

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

was in the kitchen, carefully

the porridge wafted out

turned to look, seeing Emily busy at

hair simply tied up, slightly

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 think

it to be her,

Emily said, her tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was

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

thought, Emily didn't bother to

all, he was always the one being

a bowl

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

Was there really a need to sit so far away

"Yeah, she's fine. The doctor

But with Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City,

the doctor say?" Emily

just said she needs rest,"

Michael picked up the spoon and looked at the bowl of porridge Emily had

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

of the moment would disappear in an instant,

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

he always liked to find faults, maybe he

a shy child,

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

cleaned up the dining table and saw Michael still sitting on the sofa,

help but think, 'It's so late. Is he going out again? Whatever. I can't stay up any longer; I have

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