Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 197: Landing in His Arms

Chapter 197: Landing in His Arms

In the conference room, Emma Hart stood to the side, engaged in her serving duties, her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the occupants, primarily Damian Sterling and Nina Waters.

At that moment, Nina Waters’ assistant was at the forefront, portraying Nina’s recent surge in popularity as if she were an unsullied lotus, despite her ascent fueled by tabloid sensationalism.

Emma understood all too well that without such a whitewashing, Nina could never have climbed the ranks, let alone attempt to align with Damian Sterling’s company.

Emma observed the scene with a detached coolness, attempting to appear nonchalant as she forced her eyes to wander elsewhere—perhaps to admire the room’s decor or its layout. Yet, regardless of whether she looked from the ceiling down to the walls, her gaze inevitably settled on Nina Waters’ restless feet beneath the table.

This marked the third instance Emma noticed Nina pulling her chair closer to Damian, and the man across seemed unopposed to the diminishing distance between them. Was this the same man who once claimed he wasn’t easily seduced by just any woman, now seemingly enchanted?

Aside from Emma, perhaps no one else perceived Damian’s occasional glances as gleaming with desire. Emma’s gaze fixated on Nina Waters’ legs, smooth and likely coated in copious amounts of lotion—was it Damian Sterling’s impeccably tailored suit, or was there something else that allowed her movements to be so fluid in such a short span? Nina’s legs were indeed restless, unsteady—how many times had those legs brushed against countless others?

When had Damian Sterling’s standards dropped so low? Suddenly, Emma caught herself harboring inappropriate thoughts, as though her usual benevolence towards errant young women had been tainted today, mercilessly directed at Nina Waters. This wasn’t right, absolutely not. Perhaps Nina hadn’t gone too far; maybe she deserved another chance.

With a sigh, Emma lowered her gaze to avoid the risqué scene unfolding under the table. Yet, within a minute, curiosity got the better of her, and her eyes once again drifted downwards. She had thought Damian Sterling would retract his legs, adopting a more gentlemanly posture, but instead, he remained unmoved, allowing Nina’s hands to wander over his legs as if Emma were blind to their actions. What did it matter to her?

Emma Hart turned her head away, lifting her gaze to the assistant who was enthusiastically praising Nina Waters on the big screen.

The assistant was passionately recounting an incident where Nina had persisted in filming overnight despite having a cold. Emma, however, found nothing praiseworthy in this tale, considering Nina Waters’ role involved using a stunt double for half of the scenes, merely moving her lips for the other half, and dubbing her lines in post-production. Emma couldn’t help but question the authenticity of Nina’s hardship and how she managed to catch a cold in the first place.

Suddenly, Emma lowered her head quickly, as if a slower shift in her gaze would somehow place a bet on the man, making him restrain his actions. The two of them continued their intimate entanglement. Rage consumed Emma, a fury so intense that she wasn’t even aware of the three flames burning atop her head. She couldn’t fathom why she was so infuriated, but the feeling was akin to someone tampering with her own vegetable garden. Emma was determined to set this right, to teach a lesson to the one she deemed responsible.

"Wait! Impulsiveness is the devil’s play," she reminded herself. Despite her impulses, Emma decided to embody wisdom. With a smile, she picked up the teapot beside her, noticing that Damian Sterling’s cup was slightly less full. As Emma approached, the other woman also seemed to retract a bit, picking up her cup and feigning calm as she sipped her water.

Emma snorted coldly in her heart, mentally scolding Nina Waters hundreds of times. Just moments ago, this woman had insisted on having bird’s nest soup, and now she was drinking water from the Sterling Group? What was so special about it?

Approaching Damian Sterling with a smile, Emma’s gaze fell on his glossy English leather shoes. Filled with anger, she stepped on Damian’s foot, causing him to furrow his brows and look down at his foot where Emma’s foot remained, not content with just a single step but also twisting on his leather shoe. Was she trying to injure him permanently?

Emma glared at Damian Sterling, then, tilting her head, she flashed a smile. Her hands moved deftly, filling his cup to the brim. In a soft voice, she said near Damian, "Enjoy your drink, Mr. President." The underlying message, of course, was not about savoring the cup of water before him.

Emma Hart believed she had completed her task to perfection and was about to turn and leave when Damien Sterling called out to her. Turning around, she saw Damien Sterling nonchalantly stretching out his hand to touch the teacup in front of him, then, with equal casualness, he mentioned to Emma, "The water seems a bit cold."

Cold? She had tested it herself just moments ago; the water was of a normal temperature, even slightly hot. Could there be a problem with his sense of touch? Or was it another one of his schemes?

Emma Hart, already wary of Damien Sterling’s intimidating presence, turned to pick up the cup, thinking it was just a cup of water—no harm in just pouring it out! Just as she turned, Emma unexpectedly lost her footing.

Alarmed, her body began to tilt backwards. Acting quickly, she pushed down with her foot, leveraging the motion to regain her balance. A smile began to form on her lips as she nearly steadied herself, but before she could fully regain her stance, it felt as if something forcefully pulled her from behind. Yet, this force seemed to last only a moment, unnoticed by everyone around. Emma’s body lurched backward!

"Ah!" Emma Hart, accustomed to reacting vocally to predict outcomes, shouted before she could fall, drawing the attention of the entire conference room. Amidst this chaos, she landed squarely in Damien Sterling’s lap, and coincidentally, the water she was holding splashed onto Nina Waters’ face at the same moment.

The room fell silent, all eyes on them. The scene was one of Emma Hart, panic-stricken, looking at Nina Waters, who was visibly distressed with water dripping down her face.

Nina Waters, mouth agape, wiped the water from her face, only to lock eyes with Emma Hart seated in the man’s embrace. Damien Sterling, behind them, remained the picture of composure amidst the tumult.

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