The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains
Chapter 63 One More Request

Sophia knew Emily was doing it on purpose, but she couldn't do anything about it. She just watched as Emily walked away with Michael.

Once they were out of Sophia's sight, Emily let go of Michael right away. Michael felt a bit lost with the sudden emptiness in his arms.

Emily led him to an open-air balcony at the venue. The evening breeze was chilly, and she regretted picking this spot. She rubbed her arms to warm up.

Michael looked at Emily, her white dress making her look even more graceful and charming. He always knew Emily was beautiful; among all the women he had met, Emily had the best temperament. He quickly took off his suit jacket and draped it over Emily's shoulders.

Emily wanted to refuse, but it was really cold, so she accepted it.

She looked at Michael and asked, "Does what you said yesterday still count?"

Michael, looking a bit lazy, seemed unsure of what she was referring to. He thought for a moment and asked, "Which words are you talking about?"

Emily said, "You said that tonight, anything I want, you'll buy it for me, right?"

Michael thought Emily had finally softened towards him. He immediately smiled and said, "Yeah, it counts. Anything you want tonight, I can buy it for you."

Michael knew that he owed Emily big time for not standing up for her when they both suspected that Sophia was behind the cold storage incident. So, he was willing to fulfill any request she made.

Emily nodded and said, "Alright, as long as you remember what you said."

Then she thought of something else and continued, "I have one more request."

Michael nodded, signaling her to go on.

Emily took a step closer to Michael, looking like she was bluffing. "Tonight, at this charity auction, you are not allowed to buy anything for Sophia."

Michael's face immediately darkened, and his smile disappeared. He said stiffly, "Emily, don't push your luck."

Emily suddenly laughed and said, "Why? Isn't this a reasonable request from a wife to her husband? You said it yourself yesterday. Before we get divorced, I'm your wife, and you're my husband. So, I don't allow my husband to buy gifts for another woman. Besides, this is our joint property. You can spend money only with my permission."

Michael didn't expect that one day he would be manipulated by Emily. He laughed in anger and said, "Emily, are you jealous now?"

Emily snorted. "No, I just don't want you to buy gifts for her. And I know Sophia was behind the cold storage incident. I also know you're covering for her. If you don't want this matter to be brought up again or for Sophia to go to jail, you'd better agree to my request."

Michael thought, 'This isn't a big deal anyway. If I don't buy for Sophia, I can have someone else do it.' Just as he was about to agree, Emily said, "And Andrew can't buy anything for her either." Michael laughed in anger. "Emily, you're clearly jealous and you care, but you won't admit it. Fine, no buying things for other women, right? Okay, I agree."

Emily was delighted, not expecting Michael to agree so easily. But then he changed his tone. "Since you made a request, as your husband, I should also exercise my husband's rights, right?"

Knowing Michael wouldn't agree so easily, Emily coldly looked at him. "What rights do you want to exercise?"

Michael chuckled and stepped closer, trapping Emily between the balcony railing and his arms.

Emily leaned back against the railing, feeling cornered. He enclosed her in his arms, his voice low and seductive near her ear. "Emily, as a wife, you should know what a husband's rights are, right?"

Hearing Michael's suggestive words, Emily immediately understood, but she only felt disgust towards him now. She pushed Michael away and said in indignation, "Michael, did you forget you have a cleanliness obsession? Also, my requests tonight are reasonable. You said it was compensation. Now you're making demands of me, don't you think that's putting the cart before the horse?"

Michael smiled indifferently, "Haven't you heard that business is never without deceit? I'm not a good person. If the client makes a request, does the contractor have to accept it? I'm just making a reasonable request as the contractor." Michael approached Emily again, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Emily, don't overestimate yourself."

Emily angrily stomped on his foot and pushed him away, heading back to the venue. But Michael grabbed her arm from behind and said, "I've already introduced you as Mrs. Smith in front of everyone. If you leave me alone now, are you going to tell them that the president of the Smith Corporation and his wife are not getting along?"

Emily sneered. "So, the Smith Corporation is all you care about. It seems even Sophia can't compare to the Smith Corporation in your heart."

Michael smiled indifferently. "Say whatever you want."

Then he forcibly placed Emily's arm in his and walked back to the venue as if nothing had happened.

Emily whispered in his ear, "Don't forget what you just promised me."

Michael said, "It seems Mrs. Smith really has something she wants tonight."

Emily didn't know if Michael would fulfill her request, but at least there was some hope.

After arriving at the venue, Abigail came over to her. Before she and Michael separated, Michael said, "The auction is about to start. Behave yourself."

Emily glared at him. "Just take care of yourself." Then she turned and walked away with Abigail. Sophia saw Emily leave, her eyes turning dark and vicious. Since she had failed to dispose of Emily last time, she wouldn't let Emily go this time. Actually, when Sophia had met Michael today, she had noticed his lips were broken. She immediately knew what had happened but still smiled and asked him about it. She remembered his response was, "It's nothing. I got bitten by a rabbit." Sophia forced a smile and said nothing. Then just a sharp glance told her that Emily's lips were also broken, though well-covered with lipstick.

It was clear what had happened between them. She was furious, wanting to tear Emily apart immediately. But then she remembered Michael's previous warning and suddenly became more clear-headed.

Since she couldn't get rid of Emily, she would make Michael completely hers, forcing him to her side.

Emily and Abigail sat down in a corner. Abigail handed her a glass of orange juice. Abigail asked, "How are you? Are you feeling okay? You've been standing all night. Drink some orange juice to replenish your energy. How did it go? Did you talk to Michael?"