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

Twenty-seven?

Michael

affection, men were

than me, twenty-four. Now you know who the second daughter is, right? Mr. Smith, you're the president of Smith Corporation, yet you lack basic judgment and just follow baseless rumors. How have you managed Smith Corporation all these

Emily downed her soup in one

and left Emerald Lake

was going, she

Michael rolled his eyes and looked down at the half bowl of soup Emily had

up, then put it down again. "Why drink it? I

doorbell rang

and swaggered to open the door himself. "What, did you forget something..." Before Michael could finish his

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

she hadn't been home all

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

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

I'm really upset. Why didn't you answer my

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

what are you doing!" A flash

Michael would notice, she quickly reverted to a pitiful

instinctively repulsed by Sophia. "You reek of alcohol. I just took a shower and have a meeting at the company later. It's inconvenient." Michael had countless reasons. Neither

just because of Michael's distance, but also because of Veda's slander, Emily's disdain everything made Sophia