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

gave

had already

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

kitchen, carefully

the aroma of the porridge wafted out

to it and turned to look,

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

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

expect it to be her,

get back to work," Emily 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

He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What

thought, Emily didn't bother to

all, he was always the

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

ask you earlier, but seeing you

intimidating? Was there really a need to sit so

darkened, "Yeah, she's fine.

Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City, changing a doctor

the doctor say?" Emily

she needs rest," Michael

spoon and looked

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

his feelings, only that the warmth of the moment would disappear in an

good?" Emily asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the

all, he always liked to find faults, maybe he would

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

say much, and finished the whole pot of porridge she made. What was up with him today? Maybe they were

up the dining table and saw

again? Whatever. I

had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed.