The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 113 Sleep with Me Tonight

Back in the bedroom, Emily felt a wave of sleepiness wash over her.

She yawned, glancing at the flashy diamond ring on her finger, and smiled.

Suddenly, she heard the roar of a car engine outside the window.

Emily walked over and saw Michael getting out of the car alone, looking totally wiped out.

It seemed like Veda's condition had gotten better.

Emily blinked, gathering the last bit of her energy to head downstairs to see Michael.

"You're back? Have you eaten? You must be starving. Should I ask Anson to whip up something for you?" Emily asked.

This was a rare show of concern from Emily towards Michael.

She really looked like the lady of the house, holding down the fort in this somewhat chaotic home.

Michael was surprised but felt a weird sense of happiness.

But then he thought, maybe Emily was just being polite because of all the Smith family drama.

Michael thought helplessly about their impending divorce.

"It's so late, don't bother Anson. Can you make me some porridge? I want something light," Michael said.

His stomach was really bothering him. He hadn't been eating well these past few days, and the sensory connection with Emily made his stomach churn, especially after seeing Daniel today. Already down because of Veda's suicide attempt, he was now even more drained and irritable.

"Okay, I'll make it," Emily replied.

She was also surprised that Michael actually wanted porridge.

Today, she had gone to the hospital to see Isabella, had spicy Mexican food for lunch, and was shocked by Veda's suicide attempt in the evening. Later, she had Ceviche with Mason. After all that, Emily's stomach was also feeling off.

She wanted to eat but didn't know what.

Luckily, Michael gave her an idea.

So, at midnight in the old Mansion, Mason had already taken a sedative and was sound asleep.

Michael was sitting at the dining table, busy handling the remaining project contracts for Smith Corporation.

Emily was in the kitchen, carefully and skillfully making porridge.

Soon, the aroma of the porridge wafted out from the kitchen.

Michael was drawn to it and turned to look, seeing Emily busy at the stove.

She had her hair simply tied up, slightly revealing her beautiful and delicate profile.

Michael had never noticed that Emily's eyelashes were so long, and her eyes under those lashes were clear and beautiful, with a tear mole at the corner of her eye giving her a cold and alluring look. Michael couldn't help but think that he hadn't seen such a fresh and elegant beauty in a long time.

He just didn't expect it to be her, whom he saw every day.

"The porridge is ready. Drink it first, then get back to work," Emily said, her tone with Michael not as shy as Sophia's. Instead, she was more like a quiet and virtuous wife, just doing what she should, helping Michael manage everything behind the scenes.

Actually, Michael felt that he needed a woman like Emily. He pondered, 'What about Sophia? What do I need from her? Is it too late to have regrets now?'

Seeing Michael standing still, lost in thought, Emily didn't bother to talk to him.

After all, he was always the one being served.

She simply placed the bowl of porridge in front of Michael, scooped a bowl for herself, and sat down a few chairs away from him.

"I didn't get a chance to ask you earlier, but seeing you like this, Veda should be fine, right?" Emily asked.

Did he look that intimidating? Was there really a need to sit so far away from him?

Michael's face darkened, "Yeah, she's fine. The doctor said..."

Mentioning the doctor, Michael couldn't help but think of Daniel again. But with Smith Corporation's influence in Emerald City, changing a doctor was a piece of cake.

"What did the doctor say?" Emily asked anxiously.

"Nothing, just said she needs rest," Michael replied.

With that, Michael picked up the spoon and looked at the bowl of porridge Emily had made.

Gently stirring the porridge with the spoon, Michael took a sip, feeling the delicate porridge melt on his tongue like cotton candy. The temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.

Michael couldn't describe his feelings, only that the warmth of the moment would disappear in an instant, just like Scarlett's concern for him, just like Veda's fake greetings.

"Is it not good?" Emily asked, seeing Michael's strange expression. She thought there was something wrong with the porridge she made.

After all, he always liked to replace faults, maybe he would want her to redo it in the next second.

"No, it's very good," Michael replied. Like a shy child, he lowered his head and finished the bowl of porridge.

That night, the two of them got along surprisingly peacefully. Emily didn't expect that Michael didn't give her any trouble, didn't even say much, and finished the whole pot of porridge she made. What was up with him today? Maybe they were both too hungry and tired.

Emily cleaned up the dining table and saw Michael still sitting on the sofa, not moving.

She couldn't help but think, 'It's so late. Is he going out again? Whatever. I can't stay up any longer; I have to sleep first.'

Thinking this, Emily went upstairs first. She had just grabbed the doorknob when Michael followed. "What are you doing?" "Going to sleep," Emily replied.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Michael asked.

"What do you think?" Emily was surprised, but Michael looked as if it was the most natural thing.

Well, this was his home after all, and it was only right for him to sleep in his bedroom. But she seemed a bit too casual.

They were about to get divorced; how could they still sleep in the same bed? She shouldn't have instinctively walked into the bedroom. Thinking this, Emily awkwardly fluttered her eyelids, then let go of the doorknob, ready to turn and leave.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked.

"Of course, going to sleep!" Emily replied.

"Where are you going to sleep?" Michael continued to ask.

"I'll sleep in the guest room," Emily said.

Guest room? Emily really didn't understand romance. They weren't divorced yet, and she was in such a hurry to avoid him?

Michael snorted coldly, then grabbed Emily's wrist, turned the doorknob, pushed the bedroom door, and pulled Emily in.

A woman's strength was no match for a man's. So, Michael's brute force was not something Emily could resist.

Just like that, she was pulled into the darkness in a daze.

"Michael!" Emily screamed.

"Emily!" Michael shouted.

Michael didn't want to turn on the light because he just wanted to see Emily's anxious look.

He simply pressed her against the wall, slightly lowered his head, and said to Emily, "The guest room is not safe; you're sleeping with me tonight."