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."

on, "And how old is

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

was even more stunned. Michael didn't

affection, men

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

her soup

and left

Michael asked where she was going,

rolled his

then put it down again. "Why drink

doorbell

door himself. "What, did you forget something..." Before

and swollen from crying, reeking of alcohol,

hadn't been home all

you last night? How'd you get so

Michael leaning against the door frame, clearly

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

Michael wasn't having it.

doing!" A flash of unrecognized

would notice, she quickly reverted to

"You reek of alcohol. I just took a shower and have a meeting at the company later. It's inconvenient." Michael had countless reasons.

Michael's distance,

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