The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 130

Chapter 130 A Bolt from the Blue

Lunch was whipped up by Ava herself, and the table was loaded with all of Emily's favorite dishes.

Michael took one look and, even though he didn't really mind, couldn't resist giving Ava a hard time. "Ava, who signs your paycheck, me or Emily? Why do you always cater to her tastes? Aren't you forgetting who the boss is here?" Emily could tell Michael was just messing around.

She laughed along, remembering Michael's earlier hint to play nice in front of the staff. So she grabbed his bowl, ladled some soup, and smiled. "Why are you getting all jealous over me?" Michael didn't snap back, just gave Emily a loving smile.

Seeing their little lovefest, Ava got all emotional and had to sneak back to the kitchen to wipe her eyes.

With fewer people around, Emily's smile quickly vanished. She handed the half-filled bowl of soup to Michael.

Michael couldn't help but snort and mutter, "The Brown family's second daughter sure knows how to flip the switch!"

Hearing that title, Emily paused mid-bite and shot Michael a look. "Why are you calling me that? Who told you I'm the second daughter?"

Emily put extra emphasis on "second."

Michael shrugged. "Rumors."

Rumors again. These rumors were really stirring things up.

Emily couldn't figure out if Michael was genuinely clueless or just playing dumb. Didn't he know who was older between her and Sophia? "Do you even know how old I am?" Emily suddenly asked, and luckily, Michael remembered her birthday.

After a quick mental math, he said, "Twenty-five."

pressed on, "And how

guessed, "Twenty-six? Twenty-seven? She can't be the same age

more stunned. Michael

long-standing public display of affection, men were all the same

is, right? Mr. Smith, you're the president of Smith Corporation, yet you lack basic judgment and just

Emily downed her soup

up and left

going, she coldly

go find her then. What was the big deal? Michael rolled his eyes and looked down at the half bowl of

put it down again. "Why drink it?

doorbell

the door himself. "What, did you forget something..." Before Michael could finish his sentence, the door opened, and it wasn't Emily standing there,

red and swollen from crying, reeking of alcohol,

seemed she hadn't been home

so wasted?" Michael frowned, looking

door frame, clearly not planning to help

harder. "Michael, I'm really upset. Why didn't you answer my calls last night? I missed you so much, you know? I

she spoke, Sophia tried to hug Michael. But Michael wasn't having it. He

doing!" A flash

would notice, she quickly

just took a shower and have a meeting at the company later. It's inconvenient." Michael

of Michael's distance, but also

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