Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 148: Damian, the Caregiver

Chapter 148: Damian, the Caregiver

Seeing Emma Hart remain silent, the force on her jaw intensified, casting Damian Sterling’s expression into one of even more terrifying severity.

"Mmph!" The hand tightening around her jaw felt like a vice grip, leaving Emma Hart with no escape.

Tears began to well up in the corners of her eyes, and her jaw started to redden from the pressure, causing her neck to stretch uncomfortably and ache terribly due to the forced posture.

Ultimately, it was Damian Sterling who couldn’t bear it any longer.

As he released his grip, Emma Hart slumped down, fearfully touching her jaw, realizing that this man had indeed intended to crush it.

"You won’t speak, huh? Well, I have ways of making you talk," Damian Sterling said with a cold smirk, lifting Emma Hart up and taking her straight to the bathroom.

"What are you doing, Damian Sterling!" Emma Hart’s reaction was too slow, and as she was thrown into the bathtub, the sudden inversion caused a disorienting rush of blood to her head, followed by a drenching in cold water.

Her screams and struggles were futile against the man’s strength, only serving to increase her contact with the chilling water.

Holding Emma Hart’s head down to prevent her from rising, Damian Sterling’s face was stern and unforgiving.

He believed that without giving Emma Hart a bit of hardship, she would never learn what should and shouldn’t be done.

Even though her screaming and struggling tugged at his heartstrings, for the sake of the long term, he felt he must discipline her properly to establish his authority.

With these thoughts, Damian Sterling’s resolve hardened, and he proceeded to remove the last of Emma Hart’s undergarments.

Her body was completely exposed in front of this man, and in such a vulnerable state, Emma Hart’s cries became weaker, eventually turning into sobs.

The faint weeping sounded desperate and pained, like a small animal in despair, pulling at Damian Sterling’s heart.

The cold water was turned off, but Emma Hart remained motionless.

She curled up on the floor like a hedgehog, her spikes aimed outward to protect the softest part hidden deep within her heart.

"Get up," Damian Sterling’s voice was softer than before but still made Emma Hart too afraid to look up.

Feeling increasingly agitated, Damian Sterling wiped his face, which had been splashed with water, wondering if this woman was really that afraid of him.

The answer was yes.

Despite anything Damian Sterling said, Emma Hart maintained her curled position, unmoving.

Initially, Damian Sterling felt anger, but soon, he noticed something was wrong.

Frowning, he quickly knelt down, turning her over to find that she had fainted!

At that moment, even the formidable Damian Sterling started to panic.

Without a second thought, he hastily dried Emma Hart with a large towel before carrying her to the bedroom.

"Emma Hart, wake up," Damian Sterling called after having Felix Morrow summon a doctor, as he leaned beside Emma Hart, observing her unusually rosy complexion, aware that she was likely feverish.

It made sense, considering she had recently survived a kidnapping, an ordeal that undoubtedly left psychological scars.

And here she was, having just spent an afternoon working part-time, only to endure Damian’s harsh treatment shortly thereafter. It was no wonder she had fallen ill.

Watching Emma lie unconscious in bed, Damian’s face was a mask of gloom.

"I’ve brought the doctor. What happened?" Felix Morrow, standing at the doorway, craned his neck, trying to peer past Damian with a curiosity sparked by the day’s chaos.

Yet, faced with Damian’s dark, threatening demeanor, Felix reluctantly curbed his nosiness and left with a sigh.

Upon closing the door and returning to the bedroom, the doctor, having sterilized a thermometer with alcohol, was about to check Emma’s temperature when Damian’s roar stopped him: "Stop, don’t touch her!"

Despite his experience, the doctor was intimidated by Damian’s formidable presence and reluctantly said, "But I need to take her temperature."

Damian glared, took the thermometer from the doctor, and suggested, "She’s not properly dressed. Wait in the living room; I’ll take her temperature and inform you."

With no other choice, the doctor headed to the living room.

Minutes later, Damian presented the thermometer to the doctor.

"37.8 degrees, not too bad. A little medication should suffice," the doctor said, preparing to dispense medicine.

Damian frowned, suddenly remembering something important and regretfully said, "She’s pregnant, she can’t take medication."

"Pregnant?" Surprised, the doctor put the medicine back and instead took out a fever-reducing patch.

"In that case, bathe her with warm water and apply this patch to her forehead." Given her pregnancy, they had to resort to more natural cooling methods.

Without apology but with a troubled expression, Damian noted the doctor’s instructions and only approached the bedroom after sending him away.

Emma Hart, lying on the bed, might or might not have sensed Damian Sterling’s presence, as a faint moan escaped her lips, now pale and tightly pursed.

"What’s wrong, are you feeling unwell?" Damian Sterling, upon hearing the sound, quickly made his way to Emma Hart’s bedside, but the person on the bed remained unresponsive after that initial moan.

Rubbing his temple with a hint of frustration, Damian Sterling admitted to himself that he had gone too far.

No matter the circumstances, he shouldn’t have put Emma Hart, a pregnant woman, through such an ordeal; it was a grave lapse in judgment.

However, sometimes anger takes control, and despite any regrets, it’s impossible to turn back time.

Now, all Damian Sterling could do was to take good care of Emma Hart.

Preparing a hot bath, for the first time, Damian Sterling, like a doting caretaker, wet a towel, wrung it out, and gently wiped down Emma Hart’s body.

Such acts were unimaginable for the Damian Sterling of the past, but now, seeing Emma Hart, bare and pitiable on the bed, he had no choice but to assume this responsibility.

After all, allowing anyone else to perform such an intimate task was out of the question for both Emma Hart and Damian Sterling himself.

After numerous trips back and forth, Damian Sterling finally finished wiping Emma Hart’s body.

He then wrapped her tightly in a blanket and placed a cooling patch on her forehead to bring down her fever.

Having done all this, Damian Sterling took a shower, then climbed into bed, holding Emma Hart close as they slept.

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