The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 60 The Baffling Mr. Smith

Emily bit her lip and cracked the door open, sticking her arm through.

Michael's eyes landed on her arm. Her skin was so smooth and soft, it looked like water could be squeezed out of it. He couldn't help but remember the last time he had been drugged and the image of Emily beneath him. His throat went dry, and he swallowed hard.

Emily fumbled around for a while but couldn't replace her clothes. Frustrated, she snapped, "Where are my clothes?"

Michael snapped out of it and quickly handed her the clothes, mentally kicking himself for being slow.

But then he thought, 'She's my wife, so why am I beating myself up?'

Emily took the clothes and opened them up, only to replace her pajamas and underwear inside.

Her face turned bright red. He actually grabbed her underwear, but then she thought, 'it's a good thing he did; otherwise, it would be even more embarrassing to go out without it.'

But then she realized, 'Did he go through my whole drawer? It's full of my pink, delicate underwear.'

Thinking about it, she ground her teeth. 'Why am I so scatterbrained today? How could I forget to bring clothes to the shower?'

Emily finally finished dressing in the bathroom. When she opened the door, she found Michael still in her room, lounging on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Seeing Emily come out, his eyes darkened, and a look of amazement flashed across his face. Emily's exposed skin was tender and misty with moisture, slightly tinged in pale pink, and her long hair, like seaweed, was dripping with water. Emily walked out, drying herself with a towel, and suddenly asked with a displeased expression, "Why are you still here?"

Michael looked at her lazily. "What? I just helped you, and now you want to kick me out?"

Emily snorted. "Thanks, you can leave now."

She didn't want to talk to him and sat down in front of the vanity to blow-dry her hair. Just as she turned on the hairdryer, Michael suddenly took it from her and said, "Let me help you."

Emily was really annoyed and said sulkily, "No need. Give it back to me."

But Michael pressed her down on the chair and said, "Don't move."

Emily took a deep breath and queried, "What exactly do you want, Michael?"

Michael smirked and said, "Until we get divorced, you're still my wife. Can't I help my wife dry her hair?"

Michael spoke with such righteousness, but Emily was so angry that her face turned red. In about ten minutes, Michael had finished drying Emily's hair.

Emily stood up abruptly and said, "Alright, you can leave now, right?"

After saying that, Emily walked around him, intending to tidy up the bathroom. But Michael was acting very strange tonight. Not only did he help her dry her hair, but he also followed her into the bathroom. Inside the bathroom, Emily had just finished showering, and the steam was still heavy. As soon as Michael entered, he saw a black bra soaking in water in the sink.

Michael was curious. This was his second time in Emily's bathroom; the first time he wasn't sober, but this time he was. Just as he was about to reach out to see what was in the sink, Emily quickly snatched it away. Emily shouted, "Michael, what are you doing? Don't touch my stuff!"

Seeing her face turn a bit red as she placed the basin on a higher shelf, he knew what was in it. But he wasn't embarrassed and said, "Don't you like pink?"

Emily pointed at the door angrily, "Michael, get out. Don't touch my stuff!"

Michael seemed determined to make things difficult for her tonight. "What's wrong? Can't I touch my wife's things? Besides, I don't just touch your things; I touch you too." With that, he pulled Emily over and sat her on the sink, knocking over all her bottles and jars.

Just as Emily was about to feel distressed over her fallen bottles, Michael ignored her struggles and kissed her with his cold lips.

He had wanted to do this since Emily came out. One hand wrapped around her slender waist, the other pressed her hands against the bathroom mirror. The more Emily struggled, the more excited he became. He was kissing her deeper and deeper. This was the first time Emily was forcibly kissed by Michael when he was sober.

She felt a mix of disbelief and disgust. Seeing that she couldn't break free, she bit down on Michael's lip. Michael tasted blood and knew she had broken his lip.

He finally let go of Emily.

She pushed Michael away. "What are you doing?"

Michael said, "What? Can't I kiss my wife?"

Emily looked at him coldly. "What? Is your germophobia cured? You don't think I'm dirty anymore?"

Michael wiped the blood from his lip. "With such a beautiful wife in front of me, who cares about germophobia?"

Emily was so angry she wanted to roll her eyes. Blushing, she tried to jump off the sink, but Michael reached out and lifted her down. "I like to finish what I start."

As soon as Emily landed, she saw the bottles and jars scattered all over the floor, some shattered into pieces. Emily screamed in frustration, "Michael, are you crazy? My face cream, my toner, you have to pay for them." Emily was so angry she didn't know whether to be mad about Michael kissing her or about him breaking her skincare products.

"Michael, get out now."

Seeing how much she valued those bottles and jars, Michael bent down, pulled her up with a smile, and said, "I'll pay, okay? Don't pick them up, you'll cut your hands."

Emily was so annoyed by him that she decided to ignore him and pushed him away, intending to go to bed. But she didn't expect that as soon as she lay down, Michael followed her onto the bed.

Emily was baffled and still a bit angry. She said, "Michael, what exactly do you want? Are you crazy tonight? If you're going to act crazy, get out."

Michael had originally come to ease the tension between them. He thought that if Emily was like she used to be, maybe they could get along well, perhaps even better than he did with Sophia.

But Emily's words and attitude tonight also made him a bit angry. He said gruffly, "Emily, don't push your luck."

Emily was baffled. "What did I do?"

Just as they were about to start arguing again, Michael suddenly pressed her down on the bed and kissed her cold lips once more.

Emily's eyes widened instantly, and then Michael bit her lip hard. Emily pushed him away in pain.

Michael said coldly, "Emily, until we get divorced, you're my wife. Don't forget your standing."