The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Nicholas couldn't care less about Sophia's sweet talk; he just saw the disgust in his eyes.

He thought, 'Why would Michael marry such a scheming woman?' but he kept his mouth shut.

Emily was bored out of her mind and dragged Abigail back to their room.

"Michael didn't tell Mr. Jackson you're his wife. How do you feel about that?" Abigail teased with a grin.

"I don't feel anything. Stop gossiping and get some rest. We're leaving tomorrow." Emily shooed Abigail back to her room.

But Emily couldn't shake off what Abigail said. She looked down at her belly and whispered, "Baby, are you mad?"

As if the baby could hear her, she suddenly felt nauseous and rushed to the bathroom to throw up.

Meanwhile, Michael was deep in a discussion about Moonlit Treasures with Nicholas. Out of nowhere, he stood up, looking pale, and bolted to the bathroom.

Nicholas and Sophia were caught off guard, but Andrew quickly stepped in, "Sorry, Mr. Jackson, Mr. Smith might be feeling a bit unwell. Let's wrap this up for today."

Nicholas was puzzled but respectful and left without pressing further. Sophia, on the other hand, wasn't so easily convinced.

"Andrew, what's wrong with Michael?" Sophia asked, looking worried. As Michael's right-hand man, Andrew knew the truth but couldn't spill the beans.

"Miss Brown, Mr. Smith just has a bit of gastritis. No need to worry." Andrew made up an excuse and quickly left.

Sophia stood there, frowning, unsure whether to believe him or not.

Michael felt humiliated for the second time in his life. The first was at the all-hands meeting, and now this. He wished he could strangle Emily for embarrassing him in front of Nicholas. After washing his hands, he found Andrew waiting outside with a bottle of water.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Send me Mrs. Smith's room number," Michael said coldly, looking like he was ready to confront Emily.

Andrew could only hope Emily could handle herself as he quickly sent her room number to Michael's phone.

"Michael, are you okay?" Sophia asked, concerned as he came out.

Michael was in a foul mood, and seeing Sophia reminded him of something. "Why did you let Mr. Jackson think you're my wife? Don't you know he's honest and upright? If he finds out you're not my wife, our deal with Phantom Beauty could be in jeopardy. I thought you were smarter than that."

Sophia was momentarily stunned by Michael's mild rebuke, then her eyes welled up as she pretended to be hurt. "Michael, I didn't mean to let Mr. Jackson misunderstand." She had done it on purpose; she wanted everyone to think she was Mrs. Smith.

"I'm sorry, I'll go explain to Mr. Jackson right now. I really didn't mean it, Michael, you have to believe me." She was almost in tears.

"Forget it, it's my fault. You should go rest," Michael said irritably and walked away.

Sophia felt something slipping away, something changing. She watched Michael's back with a hint of resentment in her eyes.

Michael found Emily's room easily and knocked on the door. Emily thought it was room service. When she opened the door and saw Michael's grim face, she immediately tried to close it, but it was too late. Michael was quicker and blocked the door, slipping inside.

"What are you doing in my room?" Emily's expression was sour, having just thrown up.

"Did you just throw up?" Michael asked, ignoring her question.

Emily was puzzled. 'How does he know?'

"None of your business. Get out," Emily snapped, feeling there was nothing to talk about with him.

Michael restrained his anger. "Do you have to talk to me like this? Do you only smile and be gentle with Daniel, but not with me?"

Emily found his words laughable. 'What is that saying? Double standards.' She felt it perfectly described Michael right now.

"Why should I smile at you? If you want someone to smile at you, go to Sophia. Why are you bothering me?" Emily snorted coldly. Michael was helpless. "Is Sophia the only thing we can talk about?"

Emily felt he was just looking for trouble. "Nope, and we can also talk about divorce. Do you want to discuss that now?"

"I told you that I'm arranging the divorce. Why are you in such a hurry? Do you want to..." Michael wanted to mention Daniel but stopped himself. They shouldn't keep bringing up irrelevant people. "Fine, then please inform me as soon as you have it arranged. Can you leave now? I need to rest," she said flatly.

But he had a bone to pick with her. Emily embarrassed him again in front of others. He was a very prideful person.

"When will your stomach problem get better?" he asked, holding back his anger.

Emily thought of the lie she had told him before and replied weakly, "How should I know? It'll get better when it gets better." Her vague answer made Michael angry.

"What do you mean? When exactly?" Michael asked, wondering, 'How long do I have to endure this emotional turmoil?'

"Are you done? If you don't leave, I will," Emily said, fearing that if he kept asking, he would become suspicious, so she used it as an excuse to leave.

But just as she reached the door, her room service finally arrived. She had thrown up earlier and ordered some food. Now it had finally arrived, and she couldn't leave.

Since she got pregnant, her appetite had been poor, and she often couldn't eat. Tonight, she suddenly craved something sweet, so she ordered some sweet dishes and a small cake.

Seeing that Michael hadn't left, she decided to ignore him and pushed the food cart in, sitting down on the floor to eat.

Michael watched her eat and suddenly felt a bit hungry himself. The cake looked quite good. Finally, Emily couldn't stand being watched while eating, especially seeing Michael's eager to join her. "Do you want some?" she asked impulsively.