Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 100: What Do You Want to Eat?

Chapter 100: What Do You Want to Eat?

Fortunately, the meal went smoothly, with Damien Sterling not raising any further doubts.

Japanese cuisine, Emma Hart mused, was something she found somewhat perplexing.

Emma Hart thinks it’s something similar to durian. People who like it love it, but people who don’t like it feel like they’re eating shit.

Yet, Japanese food hadn’t provoked an extreme reaction from her; at least she acknowledged it as eating something raw. Perhaps her palate wasn’t as refined just yet.

Looking up at Damien Sterling, she noticed his satisfaction with the dishes, implying his preference for this establishment, leading to their repeat visit.

Damien slowly set down his chopsticks and took a sip of sake, a gesture marking the conclusion of their meal.

Catching Emma’s gaze, it was undeniable that even a casual glance from him was enough to leave her in awe.

How could someone be so effortlessly handsome? Ah, beauty enough to feast on, she thought, feeling satiated without having eaten much of the meal.

Damien’s gaze lingered on Emma, filled with emotion, his eyes as clear as a tranquil pool.

But why the prolonged look? His intense stare left Emma bewildered until he abruptly requested, "Napkin."

Emma, taken aback, felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment. Had she been expecting a declaration of love? The awkwardness was her own doing.

Exiting the Japanese restaurant, Emma followed Damien into the car, without the right to inquire about their destination.

With Damien’s wealth, she wasn’t concerned about being sold off.

The car sped away, and Emma was clueless about where they were headed.

In no time, it seemed they had arrived at their destination.

The driver’s skill, combined with the car’s superior performance, ensured even at high speeds, the ride felt smooth, the car coming to a gentle stop.

Glancing at Damien, she saw him resting with his eyes closed, perhaps the car’s stability meant he felt no jostling, or maybe his day had been too hectic, necessitating rest even in brief moments.

A man in a race against time, with no moment to spare for rest.

His furrowed brow, lashes enviable by any woman, flickering softly, his prominent nose, and the angular lines of his profile, all harmoniously blended masculinity with a touch of gentleness.

Upon closer inspection, Damien Sterling was the epitome of meticulousness, his perfection extending down to the pores, without a single flaw visible on his persona.

Damien Sterling’s eyes flickered open, possibly sensing someone’s unabashed gaze upon him.

Glancing sideways, Emma Hart quickly diverted her admiring gaze, flustered.

Damien had likely grown accustomed to the admiring looks from Emma and everyone else, the kind of gaze that bordered on adoration.

So, his expression didn’t betray surprise; instead, it carried a hint of disdain.

Well, Emma had grown used to Damien’s arrogance by now. After all, he had his reasons for such pride. She let it slide.

Turning her attention outside the car window, she recognized they were in City A’s bustling commercial district, home to some of the biggest shopping malls.

While a few restaurants here were astonishingly expensive, most were accessible to the middle class, suitable for those occasional splurges by average folks.

Yet, this wasn’t the kind of place Damien Sterling would typically visit.

The car pulled up at Building B, which, if Emma remembered correctly, was filled with dining options.

Did this man have nothing else to do? "Aren’t you full?" Emma asked, puzzled, wondering if he had a huge appetite.

Damien looked at her coolly, his voice detached, "It’s you who hasn’t eaten enough."

Her? Emma patted her stomach, realizing indeed she hadn’t enjoyed the earlier meal much. She had planned to grab something to eat after parting ways with Damien, but unexpectedly, he had brought her here.

"So, you’re saying we should have another meal?"

"You," he stated indifferently, his tone cold and emotionless.

His way of suggesting a meal came off as almost aggressive.

Damien stood in front of a directory of restaurants, scanning the options.

"What do you want to eat?" he unexpectedly asked for Emma’s preference.

"Anything’s fine," Emma responded nonchalantly, used to deferring to Damien’s choices by now.

"I’m full, so you pick. Besides, I’m not familiar with these restaurants," he said, his voice laced with disdain for the dining options available.

In Damien’s look, Emma saw the same disdain one might reserve for a food stall or even something lower, as if he was looking down on a roadside stand.

Emma Hart still couldn’t grasp what went through the minds of wealthy individuals like Damien Sterling.

To her, the restaurants listed on the signboard seemed like places a regular office worker would consider a splurge, with an average cost per person of over two hundred dollars, marking it as quite an expensive outing.

Yet, she was aware these didn’t compare to the upscale Italian, French, or German restaurants Damien frequented, existing in a completely different realm of dining.

Emma surveyed the restaurant options, "Let’s go for Thai cuisine then."

"Sour and sweet, peculiar flavors – it’s unlikely any place here can capture authentic Thai tastes," Damien dismissed with a hint of disdain.

"How about Korean food?" Emma suggested next.

"What’s so great about salty pickles? They’re nutritionally void," Damien replied, exasperated.

Emma, facing Damien’s critical stance yet considering his response perfectly normal, wondered if the earlier "What do you want to eat?" had actually come from him.

"Hot pot? It has everything, whatever nutrients you need."

"How many hot pot bases are actually clean?"

Emma had already made three suggestions, all rejected by Damien! It seemed impossible to meet his standards for a simple meal.

"Then you decide, I’ll go with whatever you choose," Emma said, at her wit’s end, leaning back in frustration.

"Let’s have fish," Damien finally responded casually, as if Emma’s irritation was completely unnoticed.

Wasn’t she clearly upset, her tone one of vexation? Yet, Damien seemed oblivious.

After his suggestion, Damien headed towards a full fish banquet restaurant, paying no mind to Emma, who felt as if she was adding unnecessary drama.

A few meters ahead, Emma called out, resigned, "Sir, could you at least consider the pregnant lady following you?"

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