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.

to eat but

Michael gave her

midnight in the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative and was

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

was in the kitchen,

of the porridge wafted out from

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

simply tied up, slightly

under those lashes were clear and beautiful, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye giving her a cold and

didn't expect it to be her, whom

not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous wife, just doing what she should,

Sophia? What do I need from

in thought, Emily didn't bother

he was always the

of Michael, scooped a bowl

chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you

there really a need to

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

Michael couldn't help but think of Daniel again. But with Smith Corporation's influence in

doctor

she needs

Michael picked up the spoon and looked at

a sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on his

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

Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the

maybe he would want her to redo

very good," Michael replied. Like a shy child, he lowered his head and finished the

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

saw Michael still sitting on the sofa,

late. Is he going out again? Whatever. I can't stay up

upstairs first. She had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What