The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 114 Sharing the Same Bed, Mutual Infatuation

"No need..." Emily muttered.

She wanted to refuse, but Michael cut her off.

"Emily, we're still married. Why the rush to sleep in separate rooms?" Michael asked.

"Seriously, no need," Emily insisted.

"You take the left, I'll take the right. I won't touch you," Michael said.

"But really, no need," Emily repeated.

Her mind went blank.

"Emily, my patience has limits. Are you playing hard to get?" Michael asked.

"I'm not that bored," Emily shot back.

"Then just sleep here. I promise not to touch you. I have an early meeting tomorrow," Michael said.

"Fine, whatever," Emily sighed.

Honestly, she didn't want to agree.

But the room was pitch black, and in the silence, every sense was heightened. Michael's warm body was pressed against her, his breath on her forehead.

Emily couldn't stand it! This ambiguous atmosphere was unbearable. If it kept up, something was bound to happen!

So she decided to follow Michael's suggestion-one would sleep on the left side, and the other on the right. But there was only one blanket, which bugged Emily. "I'll grab another blanket from the guest room," Emily said.

"No," Michael replied.

"Why not?" Emily asked.

"Who knows what's on those guest room blankets? I can't have that touching me. Emily, if we're sharing a bed, consider my feelings," Michael said.

"I..." Emily was speechless again.

She was mad but too tired to argue.

She spread the blanket, took off her shoes, and got into bed first.

"Emily," Michael called.

"What now?" Emily snapped.

"Don't you shower before bed?" Michael asked.

"I..." Emily sighed.

She had no choice but to take a shower.

After all that, she was exhausted, her eyelids heavy, her limbs weak.

She just wanted to sleep.

As she finished drying her hair, changed into pajamas, and walked out of the bathroom, she saw Michael in his underwear.

Emily screamed, startling Michael.

"Emily! Why are you screaming?" Michael asked.

"I should ask you that! What are you doing?" Emily yelled.

"I'm getting ready to shower. I heard you drying your hair, so I started undressing," Michael explained.

"Can't you undress in the bathroom?" Emily retorted.

"Why do you care when I undress?" Michael said..

"I..." Emily was at a loss for words.

She always lost arguments with Michael.

Unable to outtalk him, she could only comfort herself with the thought of their impending divorce, muttering, "Yeah, I don't care. We're getting divorced soon, so I don't care about you!" Michael, about to enter the bathroom, heard her.

The next second, he turned around, looking at Emily in bed with a gloomy face.

Emily was clearly freaked out by Michael's look.

She awkwardly pulled the blanket up to her chest and stammered, "What... what are you doing? Weren't you going to take a shower?"

Suddenly, Michael noticed the ring on Emily's finger.

That ring was very familiar to Michael.

It was the one his grandmother had given back to Mason before she passed away.

That ring represented the entire Smith family and was very significant to Michael. But now, it was on Emily's finger.

"Did Grandpa give it to you?" Michael suddenly asked.

Meanwhile, Emily was admiring Michael's body, his eight-pack abs, his broad shoulders, his narrow waist and his firm hips. As for what Michael just asked, she didn't hear a word. "Emily," Michael continued.

"What?" Emily said.

"Wipe your drool," Michael said.

"I'm not drooling," Emily retorted.

Michael rarely saw Emily in such a lovestruck state.

Seeing her like this now, he found her somewhat cute, and her slightly flushed face made him feel a bit parched, recalling the two times he was drugged.

He shouldn't have such thoughts about Emily.

So he went into the bathroom, washing away his desire and heat in an instant.

Although he didn't get an answer to his question, Michael could roughly guess.

Mason always favored Emily, and now he even gave her the family heirloom ring.

Mason's intentions were clear; he didn't want the position of the Smith family matriarch to change.

Sophia? Mason didn't care for her at all. And what about himself? What did he think?

Turning on the shower, hot water poured down.

The bathroom glass fogged up instantly.

Michael suddenly felt his heart become as hazy as his vision.

After coming out of the bathroom, Michael unconsciously became more cautious.

The room was quiet; Emily had fallen asleep.

She was tired, so she slept very deeply.

Michael approached her without her noticing, got into bed without her noticing, and even when he leaned close to her, feeling her warm breath, she didn't notice. This time, Michael saw her beautiful face more clearly.

It was indeed a face that could make anyone's heart flutter, especially after removing her perfect makeup; her natural beauty made her look even more extraordinary. Why did he insist on sleeping in the same bed with her tonight? Michael couldn't figure it out.

He could only sleep next to Emily, cherishing this last bit of warmth.

Early the next morning.

Emily suddenly felt she couldn't breathe, her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

She thought something was wrong with the baby and instinctively opened her eyes. 'Baby! Still here.'

Then why did she feel this way? It was all because of that damn Michael! He had his leg over her leg, his arm over her arm!

He almost crushed the baby!

But if he knew she was carrying his child and still wanted to be close to her, sleeping together like a normal couple, that would be nice.

Emily suddenly found herself longing for that.