The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

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."

"And how old

expected a quick answer, but Michael guessed, "Twenty-six? Twenty-seven? She can't be

even more stunned. Michael didn't

of affection, men were

daughter is, right? Mr. Smith, you're the president of Smith Corporation, yet

downed her

stood up and left Emerald Lake

going, she coldly

then. What was the big deal? Michael rolled his eyes and looked down at the half bowl of soup Emily

gritted his teeth, picked it up, then put it down again. "Why drink it? I won't drink it! Such

doorbell

it was Emily, waved to Ava, and swaggered to open the door himself. "What, did you forget something..."

mess, her eyes red and swollen from crying, reeking of alcohol,

she hadn't been home

you last night? How'd you get so wasted?" Michael frowned, looking

Michael leaning against the door frame, clearly not planning to help

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

But Michael wasn't having it. He stepped aside, and Sophia stumbled forward,

doing!" A flash

Michael would notice, she quickly reverted to

of alcohol. I just took a shower and have a meeting at the company later. It's inconvenient." Michael had countless reasons. Neither Sophia nor Emily from the Brown family

hatred. Not just because of Michael's distance, but also because of Veda's slander, Emily's disdain everything made