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

Michael guessed, "Twenty-six? Twenty-seven? She can't be

stunned. Michael didn't

their long-standing public display of affection, men were

said, "She's a year younger 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

that, Emily downed her soup

she stood up and left Emerald

she was going,

rolled his eyes and looked down at the half bowl of

then put it down again. "Why drink it? I won't drink it! Such an

doorbell rang

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

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

she hadn't

so wasted?" Michael

leaning against the door frame, clearly not planning

upset. Why didn't you answer my calls last night? I

spoke, Sophia tried to hug Michael. But Michael wasn't having it. He stepped aside, and Sophia stumbled forward, almost

what are you doing!" A flash of unrecognized malice crossed

would notice, she quickly reverted to a

just took a shower and have a meeting at the company later. It's inconvenient." Michael had countless reasons. Neither Sophia

Sophia still gritted her teeth in hatred. Not just because of Michael's distance, but also