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 didn't

gave

Mason had already taken a sedative

sitting at the dining table, busy handling the

in the kitchen, carefully and skillfully making

porridge wafted

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

had her hair simply tied up, slightly revealing

of her eye giving her a cold and alluring look. Michael couldn't help but think that he hadn't

to be her, whom he saw

Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous

Michael felt that he needed a woman like Emily. He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What do I need from her? Is it too late

Michael standing still, lost in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk

all, he was always the

Michael, scooped a bowl for herself, and sat down a few chairs away from

earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be fine, right?" Emily

he look that intimidating? Was there really a need to sit so

"Yeah, she's fine. The

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

doctor say?" Emily asked

said she needs

spoon and looked at

the spoon, Michael took a sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on his tongue like cotton candy. The temperature was just right, neither too

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

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

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

a shy child,

didn't give her any trouble, didn't even say much, and finished the whole pot

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

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

the doorknob when Michael followed. "What are you doing?" "Going