The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 129 Spending a Night Together

Ava had everything set up.

Emily headed upstairs for a shower. Before she did, she asked Michael again why they weren't heading back to the Smith Mansion.

Michael blurted out, "It's too late to go back, it would disturb Grandpa's rest."

Emily bought it. But Michael wasn't so sure about his own excuse.

When they left the restaurant, he hadn't decided whether to go to the Smith Mansion or back to Emerald Lake Manor. But as they chatted on the way, he somehow ended up driving here.

Hearing the occasional sound of water from the bathroom, Michael felt a wave of restlessness. He realized he was getting more and more reluctant to leave Emily. He even kept looking for chances to be alone with her.

He couldn't help but think, how great it would be if the person in the video was Emily. Then he wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of replaceing out who was behind it.

The more he thought about it, the more chaotic his mind became. Michael found his thoughts unbelievable. Just a few months ago, he was pushing Emily to get a divorce quickly. Only then could he rightfully marry Sophia. But now, his thoughts had completely flipped.

The bathroom door opened. Emily came out with her hair wrapped up. Knowing Michael was outside, she wrapped herself tightly, even covering her clothes with a pale yellow plush blanket.

But Michael could still see her slender legs and her wet hair draped over her shoulders, mixed with the scent of her shampoo and body wash.

The whole bedroom was filled with a layer of hormonal scent. Michael swallowed, but all he heard was Emily saying to him, "I'm going to the guest room."

Going to the guest room again? Emily seemed to have a special preference for the guest room.

"No." Michael didn't even think before he refuted her.

"What? What reason are you going to use to refuse me this time? Michael, where I sleep is my business. This is Emerald Lake Manor; I'm very familiar with it; you don't need to worry." Emily's tone was very distant, as if she had made up her mind to sleep separately from Michael.

But Michael didn't care at all. He quickly wrapped one arm around Emily's waist, and with the other hand, he pushed open the bathroom door, pushing Emily back against the sink.

"Michael, what are you doing?" Emily asked.

Michael replied, "I should be asking you what you're doing, Emily. You were the one who said we shouldn't divorce for now, and you were the one who said for Grandpa's sake, for the Smith family, you were willing to pretend for now." "What? There's no one else in Emerald Lake Manor? Have you thought about what would happen if the news of us sleeping in separate rooms got out? It would be devastating for Smith Corporation. I wouldn't just be removed as CEO, I'd be out of a job."

"Also, I think I need to remind you about marriage law. We haven't divorced, so we can still fulfill our basic marital duties. I'm not breaking the law, and you have no reason to accuse me."

Emily had to concede again. Indeed, she had just told Ava that they had reconciled. Ava had probably already spread the news throughout Emerald Lake Manor. Even the gardeners in the backyard might know by now.

If Emily slept in a separate room now, with so many people around in Emerald Lake Manor, someone might spread the news, and today's act would be for nothing.

"Fine, I'll sleep here. Let go of me," Emily said, trying to push Michael away, thinking he'd let go.

But instead, Michael's grip tightened. He lifted Emily onto the sink, and before she could react, his hand behind her waist lifted her up.

Michael kissed Emily. He hadn't planned on it, but it was instinctive. He had thought about controlling himself, but it was impossible. Seeing Emily made it impossible.

The long, deep kiss left Emily defenseless, making her go weak instantly. It was like they were in a quiet underwater world, where only their breaths mingled, conveying their feelings.

Michael's hand slowly threaded through Emily's hair, and his lips moved from her cheek to her ear, the heat making Emily snap back to reality. No! She was pregnant!

"Michael!" Emily called out, and Michael stopped.

But he was still breathing heavily, making Emily nervous. Fortunately, Michael came to his senses after a moment, and as they separated, Emily saw Michael's eyes filled with a predatory look, as if he wanted to devour her. "Next time, don't use such fragrant body wash," Michael said.

Then he picked Emily up again, placed her on the bed, and went back to the bathroom to shower.

To avoid any unexpected situations, Emily quickly dried her hair, got under the covers, and forced herself to sleep.

But the noise from the bathroom and what had just happened made her heart race. She couldn't sleep, but she heard Michael almost finishing his shower.

Helplessly, Emily pretended to sleep. She squinted her eyes to observe, seeing Michael come out with a gray towel wrapped around him.

His bare chest still had water droplets trickling down, and as her gaze moved lower, his eight-pack abs were perfectly aligned, making her blood boil.

Unable to resist, Emily swallowed. Michael caught her in the act. Seeing Emily's eyelids twitch, he smiled, lifted the covers, and saw Emily tense up. "What's wrong, having a nightmare?" Michael whispered in her ear.

Michael teased, "Did you see a starving ghost?"

With that, Michael chuckled again, the heat making Emily uncomfortable. Did Michael realize she was pretending to sleep? He shouldn't have, she had disguised herself so well!

Fortunately, Michael turned off the light in the next second.

That night, they slept in the same bed, seemingly peaceful, but with an undercurrent. Emily didn't dare move, afraid of any physical contact. Michael seemed at ease. He first turned his back, but soon turned over, moving closer.

At that moment, Emily felt like she was suffocating. Even her breathing rhythm was thrown off. She was so stiff all night that she didn't know how she fell asleep.

When she woke up the next day, it was already noon. Emily lazily opened her eyes, replaceing Michael still nestled by her neck, holding her, sleeping soundly.

It was unbelievable. Did they look like a couple discussing divorce, with no feelings for each other?

Emily was stunned, but she carefully moved Michael's arm, got out of bed, and went to wash up.

As the bathroom door closed, Michael opened his eyes. He pressed his lips together, unknowingly curling them into a smile.