The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 189 The Trouble Caused by Mexican Food

Luckily, the Smith Mansion had plenty of bathrooms, or else Michael and Emily would've been in big trouble. Each of them was hunched over a toilet, puking their guts out, looking as pale as ghosts. Ava, seeing the mess, freaked out, thinking it was her cooking. "What the heck? I washed the veggies super well, and the meat was fresh. I spent ages on that meal. Mr. Smith, Mrs. Smith, are you guys okay?" "I'm fine," Emily managed to say first. She knew exactly why she was puking. Just thinking about that plate of Mexican food made her want to strangle Michael.

Michael groaned, "Ava, toss that dish I bought!"

Emily noticed Michael was also throwing up. Could it really be that dish?

"Something's definitely off," Michael muttered, feeling uneasy.

But it wasn't the food; it was Emily. Thinking back on their time together and the weird connection he felt, Michael started to suspect something.

Why was Emily always feeling sick? Her eating habits had changed too. If he was sick because of her, why did she get nauseous just looking at that Mexican dish? Could it be a stomach issue?

But they were always together, and Michael had never seen her take any stomach meds. So why was she puking? Maybe it wasn't a stomach problem at all!

Suddenly, a scary thought hit Michael. Could Emily be pregnant?

Emily stopped eating and asked Ava to make some sour soup and bring it upstairs.

at the Mexican dish and realized he didn't feel

hesitation, he grabbed a fork, took a bite of the

The

couldn't hold back any longer and went upstairs. "Emily, are you pregnant?" Emily almost spat out her food at his

knowing Michael liked to trick people into telling the truth.

now you're puking at home. It's hard

didn't want a kid, so he wouldn't be nice about it. But luckily, he

times do I have to tell you, I

go check it out. Seeing you this sick worries me. If something happens to you, Grandpa

spicy dish. Makes me think you're trying to make me worse, aren't you?" Emily had never been this argumentative before. She was always by his side,

frustrated, snapped, "Emily, don't reject my

"Right back at you, Mr. Smith. Stop pretending to care. We're just partners now, not a couple, so drop

tears started to well up. She resented Michael for not caring and herself for still loving him. They weren't a

to handle Emily's tears and losing the will to argue, Michael made

the roar of his sports car, Emily couldn't hold back anymore. She cried, her

long she cried that day. She only remembered washing her face in the bathroom, her cheeks red and eyes

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