The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Chapter 44 Bewildered and Infatuated He could only repeatedly call her nin her ear, "Emily, Emily, Emily, help me." Emily was almost driven to tears by him. "I, I, how can I help?" Michael seemed to chuckle softly, or maybe he was really in pain. "I'll teach you." Emily really didn't dare to look at him, she could only fumble around by feeling, and in the end, it was Michael who guided her hand, moving it continuously.

She didn't know how long it took, but it felt like an eternity to Emily. By the tit was over, she felt like her hand and arm weren't her own anymore. But Emily smelled that lingering fishy smell, and she suddenly felt dizzy and nauseous. She immediately scrambled to her feet and dashed to the bathroom.

Although Michael was already exhausted from the effects of the drug, he still noticed and weakly shouted at Emily, "Emily, do you wantto die? You can still throw up at a tlike this." After saying that, Michael got up and collapsed to the floor, then half-supported himself and vomited on the ground.

When Emily cout, she was stunned to see Michael lying on the floor, beside a pool of puke. She immediately went to help him up. "Michael, what's wrong? Are you fine? I'll call 911." Emily was worried that the drug he took this thad sproblems.

Emily didn't know what kind of drug it was or what effect it had on Michael, but Michael suddenly grabbed her. "Don't call, go, go to the bathroom." Emily thought he wanted to take a bath because of his cleanliness obsession, so she helped him into the bathroom and turned on the water in the bathtub.

Michael leaned against the door and said under his breath, "Cold water." Emily had to change the warm water to cold water. Then she turned to look at Michael, not knowing what he was thinking. He lowered his head, furrowed his brows, his clothes disheveled, yet he looked sexy uniquely.

Just after it ended, Emily had casually put a pair of lounge pants on him. Now she didn't dare to look at him at all, only lowering her head, blushing as she passed by him.

Michael suddenly grabbed her hand, pinned her against the sink, and then held her in his arms. "Emily, I know it's you." Emily didn't say anything. Actually, she didn't know what she was thinking either. 'Do I want this?' Emily asked herself, and after thinking for a moment, she felt that if it weren't for the child, she probably would have wanted it.

But Michael didn't know about the child; he simply thought Emily didn't want it. He still felt frustrated in his heart.

"Do you still feel like throwing up?" Michael suddenly asked an unrelated question.

Emily shook her head. 'How does he always know when I feel like throwing up?' She wondered.

"Did you brush your teeth just now?" Michael held her waist, leaning against her neck, his voice low and hoarse. Emily didn't know what he was up to, so she nodded. 'What does he mean by that?' Emily was still wondering when she saw him rinse his mouth with a cup, and before she could react, he quickly kissed her lips.

Emily now understood why he asked those strange questions earlier. 'Is it because of his cleanliness obsession and he dislikes that I haven't brushed my teeth?' She was momentarily shocked and then resisted forcefully, but she also had a cleanliness obsession. She disliked that he hadn't brushed his teeth either.

Michael tightened his grip on her waist, pressing her hands against the bathroom mirror behind her. His tongue pried open her teeth, once again taking away Emily's breath. The kiss deepened, and Emily could see that Michael was losing control again.

Emily was on the verge of breaking down. 'What kind of drug is this, that it keeps coming back?' She hit Michael's back hard and said, "Michael, sober up. Sober up, I'll help you take a bath." Michael's eyes cleared a bit, and he let Emily help him into the bathtub. The moment he touched the cold water, he couldn't help but shiver.

Emily quickly threw a towel over his head and said, "Just soak in here." Emily hurried to the guest bathroom. Looking at herself in the mirror, her hair was messy, her clothes disheveled, and her lips swollen. She looked like she had just been ravaged.

Emily cursed herself angrily, 'Emily, what are you doing? You're going to divorce him, so what are you doing now? He'll forget everything by tomorrow." Thinking of this, Emily suddenly calmed down completely. Yes, the first tthey had sex, Michael had completely forgotten, probably because of the drug.

Emily thought she should remind Michael tomorrow. 'Why does he keep getting drugged outside? Cann't he protect himself?' She thought angrily, there were really a lot of people coveting him. Finally, Emily washed her face, feeling a bit more clear-headed.

Divorcing Michael was a foregone conclusion, whether it was because of Sophia or because she wanted to take back everything that belonged to the Taylor Family.

Michael wouldn't help her just because she was Emily, but he would definitely help the Brown Family because Sophia was part of the Brown Family. So divorce was their destined outcome.

But the process was really hard. Emily patted her face. 'Wake up, it is only temporary for Michael to be good to me.' Emily comforted herself and calmed her restless heart and then walked into her room, only to find that Michael hadn't cout yet. She felt a chill in her heart. 'Could he have died in the bathtub?' Emily immediately walked into the bathroom and found Michael still lying in the bathtub. She quickly turned off the faucet and helped Michael out.

He was ice-cold all over, seemingly shivering slightly. Emily asked worriedly, "Michael, are you awake? Michael?" Emily called several times and Michael shook the water droplets off his head and said, "Emily?" Emily nodded, relieved that he hadn't turned into an idiot. But then she thought, 'Won't it be better if he has turned into an idiot?'