The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Right now, the only person who could save their company was Michael, but Michael couldn't stand Hayden.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

Hayden blamed it on Emily, so she came up with this plan. If she could become Mrs. Smith and get pregnant, she was sure Michael would have to help their company.

When Michael saw Sophia holding a drink, his desire cooled off a bit. Thinking about the soft waist and beautiful eyes he had just touched, he figured he needed some alcohol to chill out.

So he didn't say no. "Sure, let's have a drink."

At the sight of Michael's agreement, Sophia's heart skipped a beat, and she shyly suggested, "How about we drink in your room? It's kinda cold out here."

Michael didn't think much of it and nodded. His room was on the first floor, the biggest scenic room in the whole guesthouse. But after a few steps, they bumped into Nicholas. Before Sophia could say anything, Michael invited him, "Mr. Jackson, wanna join us for a drink?"

Sophia's face stiffened, and she heard Nicholas happily say, "Of course."

Michael and Nicholas smiled at each other and headed to the room, leaving Sophia standing there, glaring at Nicholas's back with resentment.

"Coming?" Michael turned back and saw Sophia hadn't followed, frowning as he reminded her.

Sophia quickly hid her emotions and forced a sweet smile. "Well, I think this wine isn't good enough for Mr. Jackson. I'll go get a better one." She didn't dare let Nicholas drink this wine, so she made up an excuse to change it.

She figured she'd have to find another chance to make her move. She picked a stronger wine, and the three of them started drinking in Michael's room.

It wasn't until late at night that Nicholas left, totally drunk, and Michael was clearly wasted too. Sophia suddenly had an idea, a sly smile flashing in her eyes.

"Michael, are you drunk? Let me help you to bed," she said, trying to support him.

Michael had drunk a lot but was still somewhat conscious. "It's late. You should go rest. We have to leave early tomorrow." He pushed Sophia away and headed to the bathroom.

Watching Michael's tall back, she couldn't help but hug his waist from behind, her voice sultry and soft. "Michael, don't you want me?" she said, her face flushing. It was her first time doing something like this. She felt Michael's body stiffen slightly, then he removed her hands from his waist and turned to look at her. "You're drunk. Go rest."

Sophia didn't expect Michael to be so unmoved. Unwilling to give up, she continued, "I'm not drunk. I know what I'm saying. Michael, you clearly like me too. Why not? I'm willing." She moved closer to him again. Michael found it strange. He clearly liked Sophia. As an adult, he understood these things, but he had never been interested in them until he had the chance to hold Emily, who gave him a different feeling. And just now, when Sophia hugged him and begged him to take her, he felt nothing, no spark at all.

Michael said, "Sophia, a woman's first time is really special. I want it to be a beautiful experience for you, not something driven by alcohol. You get what I'm saying?" His excuse was pretty solid, making it hard to argue. Sophia knew he was just making excuses, but she played along, nodding like she bought it.

As she turned away, a flash of resentment crossed her eyes, aimed at both Michael and Emily. If Emily hadn't swooped in while she was away, she'd already be Mrs. Smith and wouldn't have to deal with this humiliation. The plan didn't work out, but she had secretly snapped a few photos while they were drinking, with just Michael's hand in the frame. She sat lazily with a glass of red wine, looking like she was having a romantic drink with her boyfriend. Then she posted them on Facebook, hoping Emily would see.

Michael took a shower, sobering up a bit. Lying in bed, he couldn't sleep, replaying the day's events in his mind.

Seeing Emily and Daniel go out together had made him irrationally angry. Without thinking, he had Andrew check her schedule and used the excuse of taking Nicholas out to come here.

His conversation with Daniel today had left him feeling like he was slowly losing something important. Then he thought about his intimate moment with Emily tonight. The feeling and touch were so familiar, and a fleeting image of a crying woman flashed in his mind, but it was too blurry to grasp.

Images of Emily kept flashing in his mind-the delicate skin he had seen, the slender waist that seemed like it would break with a squeeze, and the feeling of holding her in his arms tonight. It was simply too good. The more he thought about it, the more he felt desired. He suddenly scrambled out of bed and took a cold shower.

The next day, Emily didn't wait for Michael. She and Abigail drove off early, not wanting to see Sophia.

After she returned, Michael surprisingly didn't bother her, and she was relieved. But her peace didn't last long as the Brown Family came to trouble her.

She didn't want to go back to Serenity Villa, because she didn't want to see a place full of memories with Isabella to be ruined.

"What do you want?" Emily questioned gruffly.

"What about what I mentioned last time? Have you thought about it? Divorce Michael, and I'll give you a sum of money, enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life." Hayden spoke calmly.

Emily found it amusing, looking interested. "How much can you give me?"

Hayden immediately replied, "$140,000."

Emily wondered why Isabella liked him. 'Is she fooled by his looks?'

Then she thought about herself, realizing she was also fooled by Michael's long legs and good looks.

It turned out she and Isabella were the same, both liking good-looking people. She couldn't help but laugh. Seeing Emily not speaking and laughing inexplicably, Hayden felt uneasy and reluctantly said, "Fine, $400,000. That's it."

Emily finally looked at him, finding it utterly ridiculous. "I remember when you forced me to be a mistress for that old man, he gave you $700,000. What? Are you worth less than that old man now?" The mockery in Emily's eyes was blatant and undisguised.