Chapter 65 Thirty-Five Days Without Intimacy
The next day, Emma woke up feeling refreshed and surprisingly energetic.
But she had completely forgotten about getting drunk the night before, and had no idea that Nicholas had endured a sleepless night because of her restless behavior.
She supported herself against the wall, slowly making her way to the top of the stairs.
As soon as she steadied herself, a familiar figure appeared at the bottom of the staircase.
Nicholas looked up at her.
Taking the steps two at a time, he reached her in seconds.
He bent down and, as had become his habit, effortlessly swept her into his arms.
This time, Emma didn't struggle.
She settled quietly against his chest, allowing him to carry her downstairs. His familiar scent enveloped her, bringing with it a complex feeling she couldn't quite name.
In the living room, Charlie was already waiting.
"Good morning, Mrs. Harrison."
Charlie greeted her with a smile and a respectful bow.
Behind him stood something round and adorable, about two feet tall.
Black and white in color, designed like a cartoon panda. Where its neck met its belly, a soft blue light pulsed with high-tech elegance.
Emma's attention was immediately captured.
So this was Harrison Group's Family Doctor?
The home-based disease detection intelligent device, nicknamed FD.
"Is this the FD?" she exclaimed. She'd only seen concept drawings in technical reports before—she never expected the actual device to be so cute.
It looked nothing like medical equipment and more like a children's educational robot.
Nicholas's voice came from above her, carrying barely detectable amusement.
He gently set her down in front of the FD. "You follow the company's developments?"
Emma's cheeks warmed as she looked away. "Harrison Group's new products get mentioned in financial news."
She had indeed been paying attention.
Harrison Group's investment in smart medical technology was enormous, and this FD could be called a revolutionary product.
Nicholas picked up a remote control and pressed a button aimed at the panda robot.
"It has over three hundred basic medical condition models stored internally. It can perform preliminary diagnostics through facial scanning, tongue analysis, even blood samples."
Emma's eyes lit up. "That's incredible! Can I try it?"
She leaned closer, curiously examining the round FD.
Nicholas raised an eyebrow. "Of course."
He pressed another button on the remote.
The FD's round eyes glowed blue as it turned toward Emma.
[Facial scan initiated...]
A gentle blue beam shot from its eyes, slowly sweeping across Emma's face.
The process was quick, about thirty seconds.
[Scan complete.]
The FD suddenly let out an electronic gasp of surprise.
[Oh my! It's Mrs. Harrison! You're absolutely gorgeous! I like you so much!]
[I'm, I'm a little excited. I'm FD001, delighted to serve you!]
[Tell me I'm a genius!]
Emma was speechless.
She covered her mouth in surprise! This robot could flatter people? And it was somewhat chatty?
Charlie stepped forward at the perfect moment, his face beaming with pride.
"Mrs. Harrison, the FD has real-time network data acquisition capabilities."
"Its knowledge module contains over three hundred million entries. You could say it's a powerful AI robot built on a massive medical database foundation."
"It encompasses information on over ten thousand different medical conditions from around the world."
Emma was astounded. Three hundred million knowledge modules? Over ten thousand conditions?
This was practically a mobile medical database.
"That's incredible."
She addressed the FD, "Hello there, FD. Please examine my health."
The FD's electronic voice immediately responded.
[No problem, Mrs. Harrison! Now initiating comprehensive health analysis. For more precise assessment of your health status, may I have a drop of blood from your fingertip?]
As soon as it finished speaking.
The FD's round belly opened with a click.
A delicate mechanical arm extended out, tipped with a tiny blood collection needle.
Emma didn't hesitate, extending her index finger and gently pressing it to the designated area on the collection device.
A soft sound, followed by barely noticeable pain in her fingertip as a full drop of blood emerged.
The mechanical arm precisely collected the blood sample, then retracted into the device.
The belly closed with another click.
[Blood sample analysis in progress... please wait.]
The FD's blue light began flashing rapidly.
The living room fell quiet, filled only with the soft electronic hum of the FD's internal operations.
Emma's heartbeat inexplicably quickened—she wasn't sure if she felt anticipation or nervousness.
After about a minute.
The FD spoke again.
[Analysis complete.]
[Mrs. Harrison, your detailed health assessment is as follows:]
[First: Mild anemia, hemoglobin detected at 90g/L.]
[Second: Evidence of previous miscarriage, currently showing insufficient blood circulation and uterine coldness.]
[Third: Two incompletely healed external injuries detected.]
[Fourth: Based on digestive enzyme analysis, thirteen-year history of mild gastric condition.]
[Fifth: Genetic sequence comparison shows bodily intolerance to milk proteins.]
With each item the FD reported, Emma's heart raced faster. By the end, she could barely maintain her surface composure.
The accuracy rate was over ninety percent.
Absolutely astounding.
The FD continued.
[Based on the above analysis, I'm providing a specific body adjustment plan. The plan includes dietary recommendations, schedule modifications, and exercise guidance. Detailed content has been sent to connected devices.]
[Would you like to activate premium services?]
On the FD's chest display, [YES] and [NO] options appeared.
Emma was still processing the diagnostic results when she heard "premium services." She instinctively looked at Nicholas.
Nicholas showed no reaction, so Emma impulsively tapped [YES].
[Premium services activating...]
The FD's blue light flashed rapidly again as it seemed to perform deeper analysis.
After about fifteen seconds.
The FD's voice returned.
[Oh my! Based on physiological data and behavioral pattern analysis, you and the CEO haven't had intimate relations for thirty-five days!]
[Regular intimate contact is an important component of maintaining physical and mental health. I recommend you...]
"Shut up!"
"Shut up!"
Two voices rang out almost simultaneously.
One was Nicholas's, deep and commanding.
The other was Emma's, urgent and flustered.
Charlie jumped, then rushed forward and clapped both hands firmly over the FD's chattering mouth.
Lifting the still-struggling FD, Charlie turned and ran. "If you keep talking nonsense, you're getting dismantled!"
But the electronic voice wasn't coming from its mouth—it was from internal speakers, and the FD continued talking:
[I recommend intimate contact three to four times per week, and furthermore, Mrs. Harrison's ovulation period is on the 20th, making conception more likely on that date...]
The electronic voice grew fainter as Charlie had already disappeared from sight.
The living room fell quiet again as Nicholas looked at Emma.
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes showing embarrassment, her expression awkward.
This FD could even calculate ovulation cycles—truly remarkable!
A flash of amusement passed through his eyes. Thirty-five days was indeed quite a long time.
If not for her recent miscarriage and ongoing recovery, plus her current injuries...
He would definitely give her a thorough workout, making her cry and beg for mercy beneath him!
A wave of heat suddenly flooded his entire body.