The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Sometimes, Emily really couldn't figure out her relationship with Michael.

It was clear they were just going through the motions, ready to go their separate ways. They couldn't even muster the energy to argue over dividing their stuff.

But then again, they had spent the night together just last night.

Michael was leaning against his sports car, staring at her. His eyes seemed dull, but if you looked closely, you could see a fleeting, indescribable emotion in them.

Emily took a deep breath and walked forward. Michael slowly moved toward her too. "Emily..."

Emily felt sympathy for Michael and worried about him, but she didn't know how long this ambiguous relationship could last. She felt a deep sadness and didn't want to be treated like a toy.noveldrama

"What do you want?" she questioned.

Seeing Emily's sudden stern expression, Michael was taken aback.

He thought he could let go of this relationship, but the truth was, he couldn't.

He thought about Emily all the time.

But now it seemed that Emily didn't care about him at all. She came when she wanted and left when she pleased. To put it bluntly, she only thought of him when she happened to remember him.

Thinking about this, Michael's tender gaze dimmed instantly.

Emily had seen enough of Michael's pretense.

He was the one who pushed her away, so why did it seem like he was the one getting hurt now?

"Michael, I think there are some things I need to make clear." Seeing Michael look at her with a faint smile, Emily felt a surge of dissatisfaction. "I went to the Smith Mansion last night to see you by coincidence."

"Coincidence?" Michael immediately responded. He had never heard such a lousy

excuse.

He couldn't help but laugh, but he didn't notice the tears welling up in his eyes. Emily was startled by the tears in Michael's eyes.

But she knew Michael was always good at putting on a show.

A voice inside her kept telling her not to be swayed by a little bit of affection.

"Michael, we're done. I still don't understand why you're like this. It's been three years. I've known you for three years, and you haven't changed at all. You do everything based on your own thoughts, without considering others.

She continued, "I've told you so many times that I want a divorce, but you never listen. I went to the Smith Mansion to talk to you out of kindness, and you... you just let me sleep in the same room with you? Michael, don't you think you're ridiculous?"

Ridiculous? Hearing this, Michael looked at Emily.

He saw a hint of evasion in her expression but also admired her for daring to scold him to his face. This Emily was getting bolder.

She voiced again, "I think we shouldn't see each other anymore. We both have our own lives, don't we? I really don't want us to be entangled anymore. It's meaningless to me! You can't give me what I want! You should take care of yourself first!"

Emily realized her tone was a bit harsh. But she didn't dare to look up at Michael.

She was afraid that if she looked at him, she wouldn't be able to say a word.

But Emily had no idea that Michael's expression had shifted from dim to shocked, and then to utterly disheartened. He rarely gave his all, only to get nothing in return.

Michael had been drowning in the pain of losing his mother.

He knew that if Emily hadn't been with him last night, he probably wouldn't have slept at all.

Michael cherished every moment with Emily.

While Emily was asleep, he poured out his heart to her, confessed his mistakes, and said everything he couldn't say before.

The next morning, Michael thoughtfully prepared breakfast for Emily before heading to work.

He thought that if he tried hard enough, if he was sincere enough, he could win Emily's forgiveness.

After all, they had feelings for each other.

But now, hearing Emily's words, Michael realized how foolish he had been.

Emily looked down on him from the bottom of her heart.

His family was broken, and he couldn't even take care of himself.

Michael didn't want this, but it was clear that Emily would never be with him again.

There was no room for reconciliation between them.

Michael didn't respond to Emily. He just turned and left without looking back.

The roar of the sports car echoed in Emily's ears.

She stood there, tears streaming down her cheeks.

When Emily arrived at the Ward Mansion, Harlan was already anxiously waiting at the door.

The gate of the Ward Mansion was not far from the main door, about half the size of the Smith Mansion.

So Emily could clearly hear Leo's angry shouts and Luna's cries.

But Emily felt no sympathy.

After all, this was Luna's fault.

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She was here to do her job, fix the necklace, and leave.

"Miss Brown! You're finally here! I thought something happened to you on the way!"

Seeing Harlan's impatience, Emily thought he was overreacting.

What good would it do for her to arrive on time?

She couldn't stop Leo from scolding Luna. That was Roger or Alice's job.

She was just an outsider... here to fix the necklace.

Besides, it was just two necklaces. If they couldn't be fixed, they could be remade.

The Ward family was making a big deal out of nothing, just like Harlan.

"Sorry, it was dark, and I had to be careful. I got here as quickly as I could. Did I miss anything?"

Seeing Harlan's embarrassed expression, Emily was confused again.

But Emily had no idea she was underestimating the situation.

She thought Leo would go easy on his granddaughter. After all, girls were delicate. At most, he would scold her like Mason did. He wouldn't actually hit her, would he?

As she stepped into the Ward Mansion, the strong smell of blood and Luna's screams made Emily freeze. She couldn't imagine what was happening in the living room. "You're here."

Emily looked up to see Alice running toward her.

Alice was crying uncontrollably. She greeted Emily and then pulled her into the living

room.