The CEO's Empathy Pregnancy Pains

Emily piped up, "I'm starving, let's grab a bite together. Bryan, got any food at your place?"

Of course, Emily knew Bryan's fridge was empty.

She asked on purpose so they could all cook a meal together.

That way, Michael and Bryan might finally clear the air and make up.

Bryan shrugged, "Not a thing."

Just as Emily expected.

"I'm not eating," Michael snapped, stubborn as ever.

Emily shot him a fierce look, and he quickly backed down, his eyes drifting to a photo of him and Bryan on their twelfth birthday. They'd celebrated every birthday together as kids.

But as time went on and grudges built up, Michael had let those memories fade. He didn't expect Bryan to have kept them so well.

Emily said, "If there's nothing, I'll order something to cook. You two chill for a bit and then come help. And no fighting."

With that, Emily headed to the kitchen, leaving Michael and Bryan on the couch.

They hadn't eaten much at the jewelry exhibition, and all three were pretty hungry.

For some reason, neither of them wanted to leave, and the tension hung in the air, but it wasn't awkward.

"Why'd you keep all these photos?" Michael finally broke the silence.

Bryan had been expecting this, so he played it cool. "I just got back to the country, haven't had time to deal with them. But since you two are here, you can help me toss them when you leave." When it came to being stubborn, Bryan was unbeatable.

Michael noticed the photos were spotless, clearly someone had been cleaning them regularly.

In Bryan's single apartment, there were no servants or family members to help.

Obviously, he had been taking care of everything himself.

Clearly cherishing them, yet speaking so carelessly, Michael smirked. "We're not obligated to do that."

The atmosphere cooled again, and Michael spoke up. "Thanks for bringing Emily back, I wrongly accused you earlier. But if anyone's to blame, it's Emily's friend, who insisted on telling me Emily was hurt..." Before Michael could finish, Emily appeared at the kitchen door, knocking.

She glared at Michael, clearly signaling him not to badmouth Abigail.

Seeing this, Michael obediently shut up, then lowered his voice and said to Bryan, "See that? Women are like that, once they have a friend, they side with them, not caring about their husbands..." "Back then, we used to side with each other too," Bryan suddenly said.

Michael was taken aback, as if something had struck a chord in him.

At the same time, the food Emily ordered arrived.

This scene was conveniently covered up.

But was it really covered up?

Not entirely, at least it planted a seed in Michael's heart.

Emily said, "I've checked, there's not much seasoning here. So we can't cook, let's just order some Mexican food."

Hearing this, the two guys looked at her in shock.

Emily asked, "What's wrong? Is it not okay to eat Mexican food late at night? Who said you can't eat it late at night?" Emily thought it was perfectly normal. It was just a different setting, so why were these two so surprised?

Following Emily's instructions, the two men prepared the seasoning, set the table, and got ready to eat. "Michael, this is for you." Emily handed a bowl of sesame sauce to Michael.

Seeing this, Bryan quickly interrupted with a frown. "He's allergic to sesame sauce, make him a different one." Instinctive concern was the most telling.

Emily had taken care of Michael for three years and loved him wholeheartedly for three years.

How could she not know he was allergic to sesame sauce?

She just used a little trick to reveal Bryan's concern for Michael.

Michael was also surprised, he didn't expect Bryan to remember his allergy.

After all, their past friendship was so deep, it would be hard to forget.

Seeing this, Emily couldn't help but feel pleased.

But what she did next was purely unintentional.

Emily added, "Bryan, this is a new seafood sauce I made, it's really good, do you want a bowl too?"

Emily was being kind and polite.

Unexpectedly, she hit Bryan's allergy.

Michael immediately complained. "Emily, you're really something! Whatever we're allergic to, you give us. Bryan is allergic to seafood, he can't have seafood sauce." Michael's instinctive reminder caught Bryan off guard.

He coughed a few times in surprise and replied to Emily. "Yes, I'm allergic, you eat it yourself."

Seeing these two friends in sync, Emily thought of her and Abigail.

Could it be that when they were together, they also sided against Michael?

If so, she did feel a bit sorry for Michael.

Emily replied, "How would I know Bryan's allergies? You two were just fighting, and now you're in sync, almost like you're wearing the same pants!"

With that, Emily started eating.

Now it was Michael and Bryan's turn to feel awkward.

As the Mexican food heated up, the atmosphere gradually relaxed, and some jokes could be made.

Emily seized the moment and said to the two of them. "Honestly, even I can see it. If the Smith family and the Watson family work together, most of the business in Emerald City would be in your hands." "Don't you want to seize this opportunity? Or do you just hate money, not thinking about making money together, and instead just want to be enemies, glaring at each other whenever you meet?" As soon as she finished, Bryan responded. "I'm not doing business."

He seemed to have ingrained his career in the gaming industry so deeply that he had no intention of considering business.

At the same time, Michael decisively responded. "I won't do business with the Watsons again."