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

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

the dining table, busy handling the

kitchen, carefully

aroma of the porridge wafted

drawn to it and turned to look,

hair simply tied up, slightly revealing her

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 that he hadn't seen such a fresh and elegant

be her, whom

to work," Emily said, her tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a

pondered, 'What about Sophia? What do I need

lost in thought, Emily didn't bother to

all, he was always the one being

the bowl of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a

chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be fine,

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

face darkened, "Yeah, she's

Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald

the doctor say?" Emily asked

said she needs rest,"

the spoon and looked at the bowl of

feeling the delicate porridge melt on his tongue

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

it not good?" Emily asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought

always liked to find faults, maybe he

Like a shy child, he lowered his head

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

up the dining table and saw

think, 'It's so late. Is he going out again? Whatever. I

doorknob when Michael followed. "What are you