Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 165: A Moment Apart Feels Like Years

Chapter 165: A Moment Apart Feels Like Years

With years of impeccable skill under his belt, the driver navigated the journey with unwavering steadiness.

Emma Hart gazed out the window, mesmerized by the trees swaying on either side of the road, stretching back as if enchanted with a hypnotic magic.

This sorcery seemed to cast a spell of drowsiness over Emma Hart, her head nodding off, swaying left and right in a sleepy dance.

Damien Sterling felt a sudden weight on his shoulder, jolting him to awareness.

Turning his attention, he found the woman’s peacefully sleeping face greedily nestled against his shoulder, as if she was in the midst of a sweet dream.

Despite the journey’s brief duration, barely ten minutes since she boarded, her swift descent into sleep seemed astonishing.

Moreover, the fact that she, a pregnant woman, succumbed to sleep so readily was a marvel.

Damien Sterling’s gaze never left Emma Hart, seizing this moment to unabashedly observe her.

The innocence radiating from her petite, pretty face, adorned with a simple smile, suggested that even sleep could bring her immense satisfaction.

Unable to resist, Damien Sterling’s hand reached out, gently touching her face.

After ensuring there was no reaction from Emma Hart, he boldly caressed her cheek once, then twice, marveling at the discovery.

Her cheeks were soft and plush, eliciting a fascination in Damien Sterling as he turned his body to study her features more intently, his hands tenderly kneading her face.

The driver, catching glimpses of Damien Sterling’s tender actions and his soft exclamation of delight through the rearview mirror, couldn’t help but smile at the heartwarming scene unfolding behind him.

This harmonious atmosphere was a delightful change, though the driver also cherished the moments when Emma Hart and Damien Sterling would bicker.

Emma Hart often spoke at length, missing the crux of the matter, while Damien Sterling, sparing with words, always managed to hit the nail on the head.

"Sir, we’ve arrived," the driver announced.

Only then did Damien Sterling reluctantly remove his hand from Emma Hart’s cheek, signaling the driver with a "shush" gesture.

Acknowledging the gesture, the driver nodded, understanding his role had come to an end.

With professionalism, he exited the vehicle, finding a spot to wait, thereby leaving the intimate space to the two passengers.

In the car, the silence was so profound that only Emma Hart’s steady breathing could be heard.

Beside her, Damian Sterling remained motionless, allowing the woman to lean on his shoulder.

Approximately an hour passed before Emma Hart came to, yawning and slowly moving away from Damian Sterling’s shoulder.

She looked at him, puzzled as if she were seeing a stranger, and casually glanced outside the window, asking, "Where are we now?"

"It’s time to get out," he responded.

Stretching lazily, Emma Hart yawned again, her hand covering her mouth as if savoring the moment.

When she turned around, her mouth still agape, she found herself locking eyes with Damian Sterling.

Slowly closing her mouth, Emma Hart’s gaze met Damian’s.

It was just a few seconds before Emma looked away, overwhelmed by the intensity of his stare, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.

Had she done something wrong? Yet, how had she fallen asleep?

Emma looked Damian Sterling over, noticing a slight wrinkle on his previously smooth clothing, a result of her leaning on him.

She sheepishly reached out to smooth the creases on Damian’s shoulder, apologizing, "Did I fall asleep again?"

"Not at all," he curtly replied.

"Not?" Emma responded, eyes wide with surprise.

Damian Sterling gave Emma a dismissive glance, as if questioning her sanity for not knowing whether she had slept.

He found it futile to argue with someone so oblivious. His gaze turned sharp, his patience wearing thin. Would it not be simpler just to answer her directly?

However, it seemed his tolerance had already reached its limit.

Damian Sterling opened the car door and stepped out, immediately stretching his limbs, probably pained from Emma’s unintentional pressure earlier.

Couldn’t he just speak up if she had caused discomfort? It was all rather inconvenient.

After pausing for a moment, Damien Sterling turned around, resting one hand on the car, leaning forward to peer into the car’s interior.

"Come out, the training is about to start," he called inside.

"No way!" Emma Hart wondered if it was too late to change her mind on the spot.

Such tricks were instantly seen through by Damien Sterling. With a dark tone, he leaned into the car, "Do you want me to carry you out myself?"

"Alright, alright, I’m coming, okay?" Despite her reluctance, Emma had to admit that Damien’s tactics were surprisingly effective.

Walking into the training institution, Emma Hart realized she would have been oblivious to the abundance of seemingly well-off women lining up for lessons, had she not been with Damien.

It appeared each of them was solely focused on finding a wealthy partner to settle down and look after children with.

Upon Damien’s arrival, someone was already at the door to welcome him.

While everyone else studied in the same room, Emma was given a personal tutor. Several people gathered around her, eagerly showing off their skills.

"Miss Emma, this is a common dish on a British dinner table..."

"Miss Emma, are you interested in desserts?"

"Miss Emma..." Damien also seamlessly joined in, but the moment Emma was about to respond, she caught sight of him.

The smile that had been spreading across her face vanished instantly. "What are you doing here?"

"Just watching you," he said, his gaze fixed on Emma.

It seemed he couldn’t wait, considering it had been barely five minutes since she entered.

Holding something in his hand, Damien approached Emma.

A touch at her waist startled Emma, as if she were trying to break free from his grasp.

Only then did Emma notice the item in Damien’s hand was an apron, which he draped in front of her.

Bowing her head, she stood close within Damien’s embrace, like a pet being cuddled.

"What are you doing?" Emma looked up at him, puzzled.

Damien wrapped the apron around her, his movements gentle as he continued, securing the apron on her.

It was odd, this sense of missing him, even though he had just stepped out to take a call.

What kind of magical allure did she possess, compelling him to always want to be near her?

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