Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 175: Grab the Milk and Get Off the Car

Chapter 175: Grab the Milk and Get Off the Car

After breakfast, Emma Hart excitedly followed Damien Sterling out the door.

With Damien moving at a leisurely pace, Emma dashed ahead to fetch his coat from the rack and handed it to him.

Damien just watched her, amused by her eagerness. Now, she was taking initiative without being asked, though he suspected her enthusiasm wasn’t entirely genuine...

"Can we go now?" Emma asked, her eyebrows raised in cautious inquiry, as if fearing he might change his mind.

Ignoring her, Damien noted her usual restlessness. The mere mention of leaving seemed to spark excitement in her eyes.

Taking his silence as consent, Emma boarded the car, grateful he didn’t kick her out. Bathed in the morning sunlight, she savored a moment she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

The driver, familiar with the route, parked in a less crowded alley across from the company.

Emma hurried to get off, prompting Damien to comment on her haste. If every employee was as zealous as Emma, he joked he should be thankful.

Peering anxiously out the window, Emma tried to keep a low profile. Despite the tinted windows, she feared being recognized.

"Is there anything else?" she asked, noting they were near a breakfast spot frequented by colleagues.

Damien handed her a bottle of milk, surprising Emma. "Take this," he said.

Milk? When had he grabbed that?

"Take it!" he insisted. Emma, momentarily dazed, finally accepted it.

Should she thank him? Just as she was about to speak, Damien looked away, mentioning Mrs. Harris had gotten it for her.

Mrs. Harris? Emma recalled never having received milk from her before. Perhaps it was Mrs. Harris’s idea after all.

Caught off guard by Damien’s sudden outburst to leave the car, Emma rubbed her ears, mumbling about his volume being excessive as she opened the door. "Can’t you be quieter? So overbearing!"

As she stepped out, Emma channeled her frustration into slamming the car door with a loud "bang!"

"Whoosh" — the sound of the car pulling away lingered as she stood there, momentarily stunned by the abrupt departure.

Damien Sterling’s car zoomed away, stirring up Emma Hart’s skirt.

Thankfully, she wore leggings underneath.

It seemed that even the sound of her car door couldn’t compete with the roar of Damien’s engine, leaving her feeling slightly defeated in their silent battle.

But Emma didn’t dwell on it. Turning around, she gazed at the Sterling Group skyscraper standing majestically among other tall buildings, bathed in sunlight. She had never before felt such affection for the place.

With a smile spreading across her face, Emma started walking towards the Sterling Group.

Suddenly, a car pulled up beside her—it was Amelia Davidson.

Amelia slowly rolled down her window. "Hey, beauty, where to?" she asked.

Emma turned around, pleasantly surprised.

Amelia was probably the person she was most eager to see at the company, someone she deeply admired and felt a strong connection with.

"Amelia? Are you going to the office today?" Emma inquired.

In Emma’s eyes, nobody could hold Amelia back. The company was merely a platform for her, and the revenue she generated granted her such privileges.

"Hop in!" Amelia said coolly, gesturing for Emma to join her in the car.

Emma didn’t hesitate and got in. "Sis, why are you wearing sunglasses so early?" she asked.

Chewing gum, Amelia glanced at Emma casually.

"Always call me sister," she said with a smirk, then added, "But I do like you calling me that."

Emma giggled, feeling an inexplicable closeness to Amelia. "It just came out so naturally. Maybe you were my sister in a past life!"

"Have you become quite the smooth talker hanging around here?" Amelia teased.

Emma had heard similar comments about her newfound eloquence more than once lately. Was her wit truly improving?

"Heard you got stuck outside last time? How’d you get back?" Amelia asked casually, as if it was just small talk.

That incident? Emma remembered how Damien Sterling had rescued her from the highway. Should she share the truth with Amelia?

"You’re lucky, though. I heard someone had the highway closed off. Must’ve been easier to catch a ride," Amelia said offhandedly, unaware that the highway closure was entirely because of the woman sitting next to her.

"Oh, yes, I was quite lucky to catch a ride with someone going the same way," Emma responded awkwardly, lacking the courage to share her own story with anyone.

Amelia Davidson dropped Emma Hart off at the front of Sterling Group, her voice firm, "Get out."

"You’re not coming up?" Emma inquired, puzzled.

With a quick glance, Amelia responded, "No, it’s Monday, and there’s a meeting. I despise those meetings—boring. I’d rather run a few more errands. I’m off to breakfast with a CEO. You go handle the meeting."

Emma stepped out of the car, waving goodbye to Amelia, who waved dismissively, sliding her sunglasses back on before driving off in her new car.

It was probably Amelia’s latest splurge; Emma recalled her mentioning wanting a new vehicle.

Amelia’s carefree lifestyle, living according to her desires, her detached attitude towards everything, seeking only her happiness—Emma couldn’t help but envy that.

She smiled, watching Amelia disappear from view.

Arriving early at the office, Emma, as usual, organized everything in the design department, getting ready for the day and looking forward to interacting with her colleagues, who were generally pleasant.

However, her colleagues’ entrance lacked the warmth Emma had anticipated. It seemed that everyone was too absorbed in their work, indifferent to personal connections.

"Emma’s here," announced one colleague, carrying coffee that filled the office with its inviting aroma, providing a slight boost to those who’d arrived early.

That was probably as warm a greeting as she would get.

As more colleagues trickled in, the "widow" arrived, teetering on her "stilts," dressed in a black pencil skirt and a V-neck top that occasionally revealed the edge of her lace lingerie.

Despite her attempt to mask the signs of aging with her attire, her unfriendly glance towards Emma spoke volumes.

The widow was increasingly baffled by Emma’s background, especially after receiving a call from higher up—she hadn’t heard of anyone taking leave through a direct request to the boss before.

This made the widow somewhat regret her past actions towards Emma, though her change of heart wasn’t entirely genuine.