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

Michael gave her an

in the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative

busy handling the remaining

the kitchen, carefully and skillfully making

porridge wafted out from

to look, seeing

hair simply tied up, slightly revealing

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

be her, whom

as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous wife, just doing what she should,

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

in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk

always

bowl of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a bowl for herself, and sat

chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda

that intimidating? Was there really a need to sit so far away from

"Yeah, she's fine.

with Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City,

did the doctor say?" Emily

just said she needs rest," Michael

the spoon and looked at the bowl of porridge

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

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

Emily asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was

liked to find faults, maybe he would want her to redo it in

child, he lowered his head and finished the bowl

got along surprisingly peacefully. Emily didn't expect that Michael didn't give her any trouble, didn't even say much, and finished the whole pot of

up the dining table and saw Michael still sitting

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

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