The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 218 Stomach Problem

The two were chatting when the nurse from earlier walked in with a tray of meds. "Alright, this is the last time we need to change the dressing. Once we're done, Mrs. Smith can help Mr. Smith get ready to leave. This is for the tetanus shot and cleaning up the lower hip area. Mr. Smith has already taken care of the bill."

The nurse gave Emily a knowing smile, but Emily, without thinking, stepped aside to let the nurse get to Michael.

After all, changing dressings seemed like something a professional should handle.

But from the nurse's point of view, these dressings weren't a big deal and didn't need much skill. Since it was a bit of a private part, it was better for a family member to do it.

If no family was around, that'd be different, but Emily was right there.

"Mrs. Smith, you should help Mr. Smith with the dressing." The nurse handed Emily the meds, gave a quick rundown on how to use them, and left the room with her hands in her pockets, not waiting for a reply. "I'll come back to get the tray later. Make sure to apply the medicine quickly to avoid infection!"

With that, the door closed, and the room got tense.

Emily had planned to leave, but now she had a new job thanks to the nurse.

Not only could she not leave, but she also had to get up close and personal with Michael again.

Emily really didn't want to do this. They were about to get divorced, so why did they keep ending up in these situations?

Maybe sensing Emily's discomfort, or feeling just as awkward, Michael swallowed a few times and said softly, "It's okay, I can do it myself."

The tray had some topical meds, and the nurse had said they needed to go on the lower hip area.

How was he supposed to reach that himself?

He'd probably waste all the medicine trying.

Thinking about this, Emily pursed her lips and told Michael, "I'll do it. Just lie down."

was still fresh in Emily's

still remembered the feel of her hands on his

watched his back muscles move as she bent slightly, applying the cold medicine bit by bit to the somewhat hidden lower hip

were awkward, and the atmosphere was

past, Emily

just putting on some medicine. She could treat it like taking

Lying face down there, he felt the cold touch

forever, the medicine

up the trash, and Michael was still on

smell hit Emily's nose. She frowned and opened the trash can, finding some leftover

seemed to have gone

asked Michael, trying to keep

he had forgotten to have the room cleaned in the past few chaotic days. "That was from the day Veda came. She saw the oatmeal you made for me and

this book for

you to come over just to make oatmeal for her. She only drank a few sips and threw it away. I meant to have

didn't know why he felt

and that things shouldn't have turned out

to see how much

today, he

was nothing like the arrogant and domineering

didn't say much. She shook her head and bent down, trying to clean up the "oatmeal" in

But Emily overestimated herself.

was experiencing morning sickness, and even the slightest unpleasant smell could

enough, the nausea from deep within was

rushed to the

who was connected

came back in.