Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 114: The Man Without a Childhood

Chapter 114: The Man Without a Childhood

Damien Sterling abruptly shifted his gaze, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever, leaving Emma Hart standing there, finger pointed, as if she were truly waiting for extraterrestrials to arrive.

Shaking her head with a sigh, Emma wondered how she ever thought she could find common ground with Damien on such a silly and childish notion.

The oddity wasn’t Damien Sterling, but rather Emma Hart herself.

Imagine if the CEO of Sterling Group were seen on the street, through a glass window, mimicking scenes from "ET" with a foolish girl inside.

That would indeed make explosive news headlines, with speculation running wild that Damien Sterling, the CEO of Sterling Group, had somehow lost his grip on reality.

As Damien approached, Emma forced her usual insincere smile, her lips parting so wide that her molars were nearly on display. "Mr. President, what wind has blown you here?" she asked.

"A tornado," Damien replied with a glance at Emma, his gaze then dropping to the seat with a furrowed brow. "Has someone been sitting here?"

Emma paused, surprised he could tell.

Of course, someone had, but was it something she could admit to Damien? Clearly not.

Nodding, she answered, "Yes, it was... Mrs. Harris."

Damien eyed Emma skeptically.

Emma pointed outside, hastily explaining, "Mrs. Harris, she just remembered something she hadn’t done and rushed off."

Emma’s explanation was awkward, and when Damien’s doubtful look returned, she covered it with a highly unnatural smile.

Fortunately, Damien didn’t pursue the matter further and chose another chair to sit in.

Seemingly at leisure, he had in fact made his way through a crowd to find Emma, simply because he had called her during a break, and coincidentally, the meeting he was attending was nearby.

With Emma in his life, Damien seemed to be growing increasingly neglectful of his duties. "What foolishness were you just indulging in?" he inquired.

Emma took a sip of her juice, puzzled. Foolishness? How was she being foolish?

"What do you mean?" she asked hastily, almost spitting out her drink.

Wiping her mouth with a napkin, Emma worried about appearing unkempt in Damien’s eyes, fearing his disdain.

"Could you be any more disgusting, Emma Hart?" he remarked, clearly overreacting to a bit of juice spilling from her mouth.

Emma stopped her wiping, threw the napkin aside, and looked up defiantly. "Yes, Mr. Sterling, would you like to admire it?"

"No need," Damien Sterling said with a cold glare that silenced Emma Hart.

She felt as though she had an unexpressed grievance, pondering for a moment about how she could get one over on Damien.

Then, it came to her, and she murmured, "Have you never seen ’ET’? Did you not have a childhood?"

"What is that?" Damien asked earnestly.

Clearing her throat, Emma seized the opportunity now that Damien showed curiosity, "It’s a touching and heartwarming story about a little boy and an alien."

"Boring," Damien dismissed it after just Emma’s brief explanation, convinced it was an utterly unenriching film.

"Hey, Mr. Sterling, don’t tell me you don’t watch movies at all? Is your idea of leisure going to places of Desire?" Emma teased.

"In addition to Desire, there is also Baron," Damien replied with a raised eyebrow.

Emma felt defeated. In verbal sparring, Damien was always a step ahead, his succinct words always managing to overpower her.

These places were the city’s notorious men’s paradises.

Emma looked disdainfully at Damien, thinking all men were the same.

She turned her head towards the window, finding the bustling streets far more appealing than arguing with Damien.

Noticing her silence, Damien leaned forward, resting his fist by his lips, glancing at Emma, who was still gazing out the window, seemingly upset.

"I don’t go to those places anymore," he stated, as if explaining something intentionally.

"Can you handle that?" Emma asked with a hint of insinuation, her eyes inadvertently scanning over Damien.

"What do you think?" Damien retorted coldly, pausing before adding, "It can’t be helped."

Emma felt as if Damien’s words stripped her of a layer of clothing.

"Mr. Sterling, don’t you have anything else to do?" she tried to change the subject.

"I do."

"What? Then shouldn’t you be busy with that?"

"Fine," Damien said, moving closer to Emma, looking down at her, each word deliberate, "Come with me!"

"Me?" Emma doubted her ears, "What for?"

"To the company."

Suddenly, Emma realized he might be considering her perspective, perhaps offering her a position at the company.

With this thought, she happily grabbed her bag and coat to follow him.

As they approached the door, Damien Sterling abruptly halted, turned around, and without a word, reached out with a solemn, expressionless face.

His fingers deftly zipped up Emma Hart’s dress.

Nearby, two girlfriends sipping their afternoon tea watched as this handsome man tenderly cared for his girlfriend with such a gentlemanly gesture, sending envious glances their way.

One girl sighed, "Your husband really takes care of you."

Emma Hart, with an awkward chuckle, glanced at the girl, thinking, he’s not my husband, just a stranger.

Hearing the girl’s comment, Damien lifted his gaze to Emma’s stiff smile, then deliberately pulled her into his arms, saying, "Aren’t you going to call me ’husband’?"

His voice was irresistibly deep and seductive.

Damien then glanced over at the girls, drawing their attention to him and Emma.

The two young ladies were ready to witness what they expected to be a dramatic display of affection.

Emma tried to lean back, attempting to escape Damien’s grip, but she was no match for him in such situations.

Without wanting to cause a scene, she could only crack a polite smile at the girls while hissing through clenched teeth, "Let me go."

Damien, pretending not to hear, tightened his grip, drawing Emma closer.

Now, she couldn’t escape from his embrace.

A mischievous smile played on Damien’s lips as he whispered in her ear, "Why so shy to call out?"

Emma’s smile was almost painfully stiff, fearing that any more smiling would hurt her face, it seemed Damien wasn’t going to let her off easily.

Turning to face Damien with a look of feigned adoration, Emma sweetly called out, "Husband."

"Uh-huh," Damien responded in a low voice, acknowledging her.