The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

As Emily approached Michael's bedside, the true depth of her pain hit her like a wave.

Seeing Michael lying there, she felt a pang of sorrow, as if she could touch the loneliness and helplessness deep within him.

Why was this happening? She was supposed to hate him, to despise him.

After all, he had caused her endless pain and suffering.

For three years, Emily had hated Michael, loathed him, even wished he would disappear from her life. But why did fate have to torment them like this?

Emily's heart softened as she recalled Michael's repeated hospitalizations. She even felt that all of this was somehow connected to her.

Perhaps it was this complex emotion that kept Emily teetering on the edge of love and hate, unable to find clarity.

Just then, Michael's eyes fluttered open. He was awake, and he looked at Emily, repeatedly calling her name.

"Emy, Emy..."

It was at that moment that Emily realized Michael's drug hadn't worn off yet.

He still called her Emy, the way he did when they were a couple.

The air was thick with an passionate tension that she couldn't resist, drawing her deeper in.

"Michael, how are you feeling?" Emily asked softly, her eyes red, her cheeks flushing.

"I-I'm okay, Emily. I'm sorry. Emily, do you regret marrying me? Can you help me, help me..."

Michael didn't finish his sentence, but Emily's eyes widened, understanding what he left unsaid.

Michael wanted her to help dissipate the effects of the drug.

The cold hospital bed, the cold medical equipment-none of it could remove the aphrodisiac Sophia had given him. Only Emily, through their delicate emotional bond, could help.

Emily took a deep breath, holding back tears, and gently caressed Michael's face, asking softly. "How can I help you?"

She was pregnant, and this was a public place.

It wasn't like the privacy of the Smith Mansion, where Michael could rely on Emily's help to navigate his turmoil.

"Emily, don't be afraid. This is the last time, I promise."

Before he finished speaking, Michael reached up and pulled Emily close. They were separated from the outside of the ward only by a curtain.

Despite the noise outside, Emily felt an unexpected calm and clarity. She knew this was not just for Michael, but for the bond they shared.

She closed her eyes, letting Michael guide her face, his lips brushing her forehead, her brows, her eyes, her nose.

Finally, he kissed her soft, sweet lips, the ones he had longed for so desperately. Michael had waited so long for this moment.

But he never expected that it would be Sophia who made it possible.noveldrama

Emily's heart raced and her breathing quickened as she felt Michael's tenderness and desire. She struggled with conflicting emotions, tears silently falling.

She realized that this wasn't just about saving Michael; it was the beginning of her own descent.

Michael cupped the back of Emily's head, gently wiping away her tears with his other hand.

His voice was low and firm. "Emily, don't be afraid. I'll protect you and the baby."

Emily couldn't withstand such an advance. She stopped thinking, not wanting to think, and instinctively placed her hands on Michael's strong chest, deepening the kiss. After all, this was what she had once longed for the most.

They both surrendered to the moment, Michael holding Emily tighter, as if to merge her into his chest.

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Just as everything seemed to be going smoothly, Emily suddenly tasted blood.

The metallic taste jolted her awake. She opened her eyes abruptly, and Michael seemed to sense something too, opening his eyes. The magic between them shattered instantly.

Emily pushed Michael away!

She felt the whole situation was absurd!

Michael's lip was bleeding. From what she knew, he never had a habit of biting his lips. So how did it happen?

And Michael's lips were noticeably redder than usual.

Before this, he had only seen Sophia.

Emily's heart tightened. What had happened between Sophia and Michael?

Had they kissed?

What was Michael doing now?

Emily's heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, anger and disappointment intertwining.

She stared coldly at Michael, her eyes full of doubt and pain.

"Michael, you kissed Sophia, didn't you?"

"I..."

Before Michael could explain, Emily interrupted him again. She knew him too well; his

reaction confirmed her suspicions.

So, Emily stood up abruptly from her chair.

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How could she tolerate this?

Sharing the same lips with Sophia, and falling in love with the same man again?

After all this time, how could she be so foolish?

Just because Michael showed a bit of vulnerability, she thought he was in unbearable pain and wanted to help him?

Emily couldn't accept what she had done. She cried as she pulled back the curtain and ran out.

"Emily!" Michael almost fell out of bed.

Fortunately, the doctors and nurses arrived in time to help him back.

Michael knew he must have done something wrong again. Otherwise, why would Emily react so strongly?

He didn't seem to realize his lip was bleeding.

Of course, a man lost in a moment of passion wouldn't notice such things.

But this alone made Michael certain that Emily hadn't completely given up on him.

Leaving the hospital, Emily was in a state that couldn't be described as merely distracted. She was utterly devastated, like a walking corpse.

Seeing Emily's tear-streaked face, clearly distressed by whatever had happened with Michael, Abigail didn't dare ask too many questions, fearing it would bring back painful memories.

So, she quietly drove them home, watching Emily walk up the stairs and lock herself in her room.

"What did Michael do to Emily? Could it be because of that damn Sophia again? Ugh,

it makes me so mad! That wretched woman keeps causing trouble! If I ever see her and that Dean in Emerald City again, I'll make sure they regret it!"

Abigail stomped her foot in frustration.

Then she yanked off the scarf around her neck, changed her shoes, and went upstairs.