The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 43 Who Am I

Emily glanced over but didn't say a word. She had no clue how to design jewelry for the woman who might be hooking up with her husband.

After a long pause, she finally grabbed her phone, ready to call Michael. She couldn't keep her anxious thoughts at bay any longer. 'Is Michael really involved with a movie star? Are they at a hotel right now? What are they doing?' Emily's mind raced. Sometimes she pictured them having sex, other times she thought Michael, being a clean freak, wouldn't touch another woman.

While Emily was lost in her thoughts, the door suddenly got kicked open. She jumped, dropping her phone on the bed. Looking up, she saw Michael standing there.

A wave of relief washed over Emily. He wasn't with the movie star or Sophia. Trying to hide her excitement, she walked over. But something seemed off about Michael. He was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily.

Emily walked closer and sniffed. There was just a faint smell of red wine; he shouldn't be drunk. She asked softly, "Michael, what's wrong with you?"

Michael saw Emily approaching and clenched his fists, trying to keep it together. Finally, in a strained voice, he said, "Get out!"

Emily froze, not daring to move closer. She swallowed her bitterness and said, "Fine, I'll go."

She forcefully shut the door, but just as it was about to close, Michael suddenly blocked it with his hand.

Emily was confused. He told her to leave but wouldn't let her close the door. Then Michael pushed her back into the room and pinned her against the door. Emily was shocked. This familiar feeling made her realize what was happening. Michael seemed out of it. She was worried. "Michael, are you okay?" she asked. Michael didn't answer. He lifted her head and looked into her eyes. He was always captivated by her eyes, no matter her appearance or personality.

Her eyes seemed to hold countless stars. He couldn't hold back his restlessness any longer. He wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her hard against the door.

Emily's eyes widened in disbelief. She wanted to curse, wondering who had drugged Michael this time. 'But wasn't he with Thalia at the hotel two hours ago? What's going on? Did Thalia drug him? Did it not work, or has it already kicked in?' Judging by Michael like this, it seemed Thalia hadn't succeeded yet. But she couldn't think about that now because Michael's hands were already under her clothes.

His mouth moved from her lips to her neck, and he was exploring her body. Emily was too weak to push him away, but she suddenly thought of the baby in her belly. She used all her strength to push Michael away, holding onto his shoulders. But Michael couldn't control himself anymore. The restlessness and heat coursing through him made him instinctively want to get closer to Emily, to press her onto the bed and take her without restraint.

He picked Emily up and laid her on the bed. Before she could get up, he pinned her down and said, "Don't move."

Emily stayed still, looking into his eyes. Michael seemed a bit out of it, but she still asked, "Who am I? Michael, do you know who I am?"

Hearing her question, Michael seemed to snap back a bit. After a moment, he said, "Emily?"

He asked it like a question. Emily didn't answer, just stared at him. His actions paused.

Emily felt a pang of bitterness. She thought, if it were Sophia under him now, he'd probably kiss her without hesitation.

With this thought in her mind, tears quietly rolled down Emily's cheeks. She never wanted to compare herself to Sophia because she found Sophia disgusting and fake. But seeing Michael like this, willing to endure his discomfort rather than touch her, made her insanely jealous of Sophia.

This was a huge humiliation for a woman in bed, but she couldn't force him because she was Emily, not Sophia.

Seeing him like this, Emily thought Michael wouldn't have any more thoughts about her and tried to push him away.

But as soon as she reached out, Michael suddenly grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head, saying, "I know, you're Emily."

Then he kissed her without hesitation. At that moment, Emily felt like she had gone from hell to heaven.

So he knew. Emily was kissed into a daze. He even unbuttoned her nightgown. Emily suddenly felt a chill. She reached down and felt the metal buckle of Michael's belt against her belly, and she immediately sobered up.

She thought, 'No, this can't happen. My baby, I just recently almost had a miscarriage. I can't mess around with him like this.'

She hit Michael hard, "Michael, wake up, Michael."

Emily suddenly struggled frantically, but Michael couldn't control himself anymore. He pinned Emily to the bed. Emily had no strength to break free, but she really couldn't have sex with him.

Emily thought of their first time, which was also when Michael had been drugged. She was furious now, no longer feeling any passion.

Using all her strength, Emily flipped Michael onto the bed. She couldn't help but curse, "Who the hell keeps drugging Michael?" She wondered, 'Is it Thalia? Michael is really popular; everyone wants to drug him. Who is it this time?' Emily scrambled out of bed. She couldn't stay with Michael. The consequences would be unimaginable. But Michael grabbed her from behind and dragged her back to the bed. His voice was hoarse with desire. "Emily, help me." Emily blushed. She didn't know how to help him now. Maybe Michael sensed her reluctance. He held her close, whispering in her ear almost pleadingly, "Emily, Emily, Emily, help me."

Emily's heart softened instantly. Hearing him call her name repeatedly, she completely gave in. But she really lacked knowledge in this area.

Michael didn't want to force her. He was still proud. Knowing Emily was unwilling, he guided her hand to unbuckle his belt. Emily's hands trembled uncontrollably, her face flushed, not knowing what to say.