Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 135: What’s There to Be Embarrassed About?

Chapter 135: What’s There to Be Embarrassed About?

"I’ll carry you there!"

What? Emma Hart couldn’t believe her ears as she stared at Damien Sterling.

Had she misspoken, or was it Damien’s hearing that was off?

She had just mentioned needing to use the restroom, and here was Damien, proposing to carry her there!

What kind of offer was that? How was he planning to carry her?

"No need!" Emma Hart refused, her face flushing with embarrassment in an instant.

The man’s interest only grew as he noticed the blush spread across Emma’s delicate features.

Emma stepped off the bed, wishing she could jump around to show Damien that she was perfectly fine on her own.

Wait, it felt like someone was following her.

Turning around, Emma found herself at the restroom door with Damien actually trailing behind her.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked, baffled.

Damien, without a word, swept Emma into his arms in a domineering fashion, causing her cheeks to turn even redder.

In the restroom, Damien placed Emma on the toilet, declaring, "Here’s your throne."

The statement was oddly grandiose, given that Emma was perfectly capable and didn’t need such an over-the-top gesture.

"Get out!" Emma demanded, pointing towards the door.

Damien raised an eyebrow, his smirk devilish as he stood tall, "Is there a part of you I haven’t seen?"

Emma detested it most when men resorted to such vulgar taunts. Yet, the embarrassing truth was, his statement was indeed factual.

Glaring at him, she wished she could tear him apart, "Get out!"

Finally, he left.

Emma sighed in resignation, pondering the irony of her situation, once again falling into Damien’s hands.

After a long stay in the restroom, Emma stepped out, only to be swept off her feet again by Damien, "Ah!"

True to form, Damien continued his bullish behavior, ignoring Emma’s protests all the way to the bed.

"I can walk!" But he paid her no heed, placing her down only when they reached the bedside.

He inspected the hospital bed, shaking his head, "This bed’s too small."

Emma rolled and flipped on the bed, protesting, "It’s not that small."

Then, Damien climbed onto the bed, laying down to test it out, and turned to Emma, saying, "It’s a bit small for two."

For two? Why would it be for two when she was hospitalized alone? Emma watched Damien, unsure of his intentions.

Damien Sterling glanced at his watch, "It’s five o’clock now; we still have some time."

"Mr. Sterling, the helicopter is waiting on the hospital rooftop. Your meeting is scheduled for around six, so we should be leaving now," his assistant reminded him from the doorway.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back!" he said, lifting Emma Hart’s chin with a flirtatious tone.

The gesture was swift and smooth, leaving Emma Hart no time to react before Damien had already left the hospital.

She hardly felt reassured by his promise to return.

True to his word, Damien did return, and by that time, Emma Hart’s room had been rearranged.

Emma’s room, already the best in the hospital, was still not up to Damien Sterling’s standards.

So, the hospital staff hustled to redecorate her room by evening, moving in a bed over two meters wide for ample space.

The room’s design was unique; unlike the usual white hospital walls, its pale blue walls offered a soft and comfortable ambiance.

The room was fully equipped, making Emma wonder if she was still in a hospital or had somehow ended up in a seven-star hotel.

Damien emerged from the bathroom, showcasing his lifestyle’s quality to a stunned Emma Hart.

The hospital seemed no different from a villa in Damien’s eyes, with his dark teal velvety pajamas edged in silver, understated yet luxurious.

His hair was tousled, giving off a lazy vibe, a side of Damien Sterling she could only witness at this time.

Emma sighed, "It would be better at home."

"Who would I hold while sleeping at home?"

His words implied as if it was only natural for him to hold her while sleeping.

"Hold whoever you like, you big pervert!" Emma pouted.

Behind her, Damien Sterling suddenly swept her off her feet, her accustomed single hospital bed from the morning now a distant memory as she lay down in fear, "Ah, I’m going to fall off the bed!"

"The bed has already been changed!"

Damien lay on the newly enlarged and softened bed, pulling her into his embrace.

Each time Emma Hart was this close to Damien Sterling, the warmth that radiated from him made her somewhat fearful.

She was still half in doubt of Damien Sterling’s self-control.

"Hey! Don’t get so close to me!"

Emma scolded Damien, only for him to respond by pulling her even tighter into his arms, leaving her struggling to catch her breath in his embrace.

After spending a few days in the hospital, Emma Hart was finally given the green light to leave.

During her stay, Damien Sterling, without fail, visited her every day, making it feel as if there was little difference from being at the Sterling Group’s luxurious estate.

Once discharged, Emma was determined to check on her troublesome brother and find out what he was up to at school every day.

This school, if Emma remembered correctly, was one that Damien Sterling had insisted her brother attend as part of his conditions, offering his protection.

Walking through the campus, she observed lively scenes reminiscent of youthful vigor that seemed forever lost to her: boys in sports gear playing basketball with spirited energy, girls walking together to the library, couples snuggling closely, and students engrossed in their phones or hurriedly applying lipstick on their way to class, perhaps in anticipation of seeing a long-admired crush in the next lecture.

Despite these vibrant scenes, Emma, having graduated not too long ago, didn’t feel much older as she wandered the grounds.

From a distance, she spotted a group of boys huddled in a gazebo by the lake, smoking carelessly, their demeanor more befitting of thugs than college students.

Among them, shockingly, was her brother.

Irritated, Emma marched over, catching her brother yawning in a disheveled manner. Without a word, she slapped him across the face. He froze, on the verge of cursing, then recognized her.

"Sister! What are you doing here?" he exclaimed.

His friends, upon hearing his shout, turned their attention to Emma, sizing her up with interest before teasing him, "Do you have such a beautiful sister?"