The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 268 Savoring the Pasta

Hearing that, Isabella was even more convinced that Michael had a special thing for Emily. She knew her daughter well enough to see what was going on in her mind. So, she figured it'd be good for them to hang out more, maybe something interesting would happen.

Michael's suggestion made Emily feel all warm inside. She nodded.

Even though it wasn't Ava's cooking, it was still pasta, and eating something would help her sleep. She didn't want to go to bed hungry and have the baby start kicking again.

"Sure, I'm a bit hungry too. Let me do it," Emily said.

Honestly, Emily had never seen Michael cook. In the past three years, he'd cooked so few times she could count them on one hand. She always thought he couldn't cook.

But Michael surprised her by volunteering to cook and looking pretty confident. "I got this. It's just pasta, no big deal."

With that, Michael headed to the open kitchen and started prepping the ingredients like a pro. Emily sat in the dining room, watching him in shock.

"Want an egg with it?" Michael asked with a smile, his eyes full of warmth.

Emily almost thought she was dreaming but nodded awkwardly. She felt a new sense of security wash over her.

In that moment, she realized that no matter what the future held, there was a special connection between her and Michael. Maybe it was because they'd been together for so long, or maybe that's just how couples were supposed to be. They'd grown numb, appearing united but actually divided, with old wounds that never healed. Eventually, they'd have to part ways.

how's Smith Corporation doing lately?" Emily asked, trying to lighten the

are going smoothly, clients are happy, and the shareholders have calmed down," Michael said while

nothing else to talk about. She

at the hospital and don't know much about what's going on. I haven't seen Alice much either," Emily said

at the hospital, she'd

can handle him," Michael said

fixed with a few words. The worst-case scenario could mean endless trouble. Michael wasn't

handed Emily a bowl of pasta with an egg and veggies. His own bowl was plain. "Aren't you having these?"

and started eating his

Michael's actions making things even

good. She

felt like they forgot about the outside world and

master bedroom, while Michael crashed in the guest room. Even though they slept separately and didn't have the same relationship as before, they still saw

Lake Manor and didn't know much about what was

yet, and she felt it was her duty

go? I can have Andrew send some stuff over. There are plenty of people at the Smith Mansion who can handle

at the Smith Mansion, and Michael was always worried Emily

worry, I'll be fine.