Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 141: Intentionally Teasing Him

Chapter 141: Intentionally Teasing Him

The moment the door closed, Mr. Sterling senior raised his cane in a fury, as if he were about to strike Damien Sterling on the head, shouting, "12 billion! The land you’ve purchased is only fit for a graveyard, did you buy that for me?"

He then began furiously slamming his cane down onto the floor.

Damien Sterling pressed the phone, "Bring Emma Hart to me."

After hanging up, Damien Sterling approached his grandfather, calmly stating, "Grandfather, the 12 billion will not go to waste."

Mr. Sterling senior was beyond listening to Damien’s explanations, exclaiming, "What sin did the Sterling family commit to deserve an ungrateful son like you? The Westmore Group has already sold many houses on that land at high prices. Our Sterling Group would only offer higher prices and earn more than them. You’ve managed to ruin such a good business!"

Emma Hart, summoned for reasons unknown by Damien Sterling’s secretary, opened the door to find Damien Sterling’s grandfather.

She glanced at Damien Sterling, puzzled, yet he remained unfazed.

Standing there, Emma sweetly called out, "Grandfather!" They had agreed to always show affection in front of him.

Upon seeing Emma Hart, Mr. Sterling’s gaze immediately fell to her belly, nodding continuously.

The anger previously seen vanished, "Come here, Emma, take it slow," said Damien Sterling’s grandfather, with careful concern.

His eyes never left Emma Hart’s belly throughout.

Emma noticed this but didn’t mind. From the beginning, she knew that Mr. Sterling’s interest wasn’t in her, an ordinary girl, but in the future of the Sterling Group that she was carrying.

After a while, Mr. Sterling senior realized it was somewhat improper to keep staring at Emma’s belly and awkwardly turned away, then as if remembering something, he mentioned, "There’s a banquet this weekend. I, the old man, will not attend. Damien, take Emma with you, represent me."

Emma nodded and smiled in agreement. But how could she not know? This was just Mr. Sterling senior’s way of putting her at ease!

In truth, Emma Hart couldn’t care less about her supposed position as the future granddaughter-in-law of the Sterling family.

Damien Sterling’s grandfather didn’t need to go to such lengths to make her feel at ease.

Emma had no interest in participating in such formalities. She scoffed at the thought.

Just as she was about to voice her refusal, Damien Sterling abruptly pulled her aside and stepped forward, nodding in agreement.

"Yes, Grandfather. I will certainly bring your granddaughter-in-law to the event," he declared confidently.

Emma tugged at Damien’s arm, whispering, "Since when did I agree to this?"

Damien, turning to face her with a calm demeanor, simply stated, "You don’t need to agree."

As noon approached, Damien’s grandfather suggested, "Why don’t we all go downstairs for some food?"

Damien eagerly agreed, "Sounds good." He then glanced at Emma, whose expression stiffened.

Meeting Damien’s intimidating gaze, Emma managed to squeeze out a smile. It seemed that intimidation was this man’s forte.

Left with no other choice but to follow Damien’s lead, Emma decided to play along with his desire to appear affectionate in front of his grandfather.

Walking out together, Emma slipped her arm through Damien’s, their arms intertwined tightly, presenting a picture of intimacy.

Damien’s grandfather looked back at them and nodded in approval.

Emma, feeling the urge to withdraw her arm, found it firmly trapped by Damien. "Can’t keep up the act?" he teased.

Emma shot Damien a glare. "It’s enough that you know it’s all an act," she retorted.

In the car, Damien feigned concern, asking, "What would you like to eat?"

After some thought, Emma responded, "I’d like some shrimp," secretly pleased with her choice.

Damien’s grandfather nodded in agreement, "Alright! Whatever Emma wishes to eat, we shall have."

However, Damien sneakily pinched Emma’s back, silently accusing her of ulterior motives and deciding she deserved a bit of punishment.

Emma nearly cried out but managed to glare at Damien instead.

With a nonchalant shrug, Damien withdrew his hand and looked out the window, his behavior becoming increasingly reprehensible.

At the entrance of the restaurant, the manager and the staff were already lined up, eagerly waiting.

The car pulled up right at the front, and out stepped Damien Sterling’s grandfather, followed closely by Damien Sterling and Emma Hart.

Their procession towards the restaurant was akin to royalty making an appearance.

Inside, the opulence of the crystal chandeliers and the pristine marble floors that reflected even the faintest facial details were breathtaking.

The corridors were adorned with famous paintings from around the world, while the private dining rooms exuded comfort and luxury, underscoring the status of their patrons.

Emma Hart glanced at her chair and suddenly remarked to Damien, "Dear, this chair feels a bit too hard."

Damien, catching the playful mischief in Emma’s eyes, knew she was teasing.

He called over a waiter and instructed, "Bring a softer cushion for the lady here."

Emma, however, playfully declined, "But, I really prefer the cushion in your car. Would you mind fetching it for me?"

Given Emma’s request, and with his grandfather urging him on, "Damien, go get Emma a soft cushion," Damien had no choice but to oblige.

Emma’s little demand had Damien running an errand for her, delighting her secretly.

Yet, Emma knew this was just the beginning of her playful torment.

Soon, the waiter served plate after plate of shrimp.

Pointing at one, Emma asked Damien, "Dear, could you peel a few shrimps for me?"

The endearment sent a pleasant shiver through Damien, who looked at Emma in astonishment.

She was relentless in finding ways to tease him. Now, she was making such a request, when ordinarily she didn’t show this side of herself.

Emma was well aware that asking Damien to peel shrimp was her ultimate tease.

Especially for someone like Damien, who had a penchant for cleanliness, the lingering smell of shrimp on his hands was sure to irk him immensely. But this was exactly the effect Emma was aiming for.

Damien’s eyes flashed a warning at Emma, but she ignored it, seizing the opportunity to tease him further.

Damien, with a sigh of resignation, peeled an entire plate of shrimp and presented it to Emma.

As she exaggerated her appreciation, "Dear, these shrimps you peeled taste so delicious!"

Damien glanced at her with disdain, particularly at his hands, and then, while his grandfather was distracted, he shot Emma a fierce glare.

The cold gaze from Damien enveloped Emma, yet his voice carried a hint of amusement, "If you like it that much, have some more."