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

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

The problem was with

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

you say?" She felt a bit nervous but quickly calmed down, knowing Michael liked

at the hospital, and now you're puking at home. It's hard not to overthink, Mrs. Smith!" Michael emphasized

mocking her. Of course, he didn't want a kid,

arguing. "Michael, how many times do I have to

should go check it out.

deep breath and forced a smile. "Mr. Smith, stop pretending you care about me, alright? It's just a stomach issue, and you brought back that spicy dish. Makes me think you're trying to make me worse, aren't you?" Emily had never been

"Emily, don't reject my concern,

"Right back at you, Mr. Smith. Stop pretending to

a simple argument turned emotional. Emily didn't know why, but tears started to well up. She resented Michael for not caring and herself for still loving him. They weren't a couple anymore, so why pretend? Michael, seeing her tears, didn't know what to say. "If you don't

will to argue, Michael made an excuse and left

sports car, Emily couldn't hold back anymore. She cried, her heart aching,

She only remembered washing her face in the bathroom, her cheeks red and eyes swollen. When she stepped out,

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