Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 208: Wishing She Could Strangle Her

Chapter 208: Wishing She Could Strangle Her

Before Nina Waters could react, Damian Sterling’s hand was already at her throat, gripping it as if to choke the life out of her.

The assistant stood by, attempting to pull Nina away, but a single glare from Damian halted any further action.

Nina coughed violently under the pressure of Damian’s grip. "I...I didn’t do anything!" she gasped.

Her protest only fueled Damian’s rage. How could his woman end up in the emergency room over "nothing"? Damian pressed Nina against the wall, slowly lifting her by the throat until her feet dangled off the ground. Through barely opened eyes, Nina could see the veins bulging on Damian’s forehead.

Sophia Greenwood, standing nearby, hadn’t anticipated Damian’s explosive reaction. With her arms crossed, she tried to alleviate her own tension. This incident wasn’t entirely unrelated to her. Seeing Damian in such a fury, Sophia couldn’t help but worry if she would be implicated in this matter. Her act of helping Emma Hart up in the office was to clear herself of any suspicion, especially since the surveillance couldn’t capture sound.

Sophia had never seen Damian so impassioned over any woman before. Nina had truly hit a nerve this time.

The assistant, witnessing Nina nearly suffocated, fell to his knees with a thud, desperately clutching at Damian’s trouser leg. "Please, sir, show mercy to Nina Waters! She’s young and naive; she won’t make such a mistake again!"

Damian’s icy gaze instantly shifted to the assistant. "There’s a ’next time’?" The assistant, realizing his slip, began to slap his own face, pleading, "Mr. Sterling, I misspoke. Please, have mercy on us!"

A voice from the emergency room interrupted, and Damian’s grip loosened, allowing Nina to slump to the floor.

Damian grabbed the doctor emerging from the emergency room. "Speak! What’s the situation?"

With an unwavering gaze fixed on the doctor, the man seemed to be on edge, caught between fear, worry, and panic.

The doctor, in an effort to reassure him, said, "Mr. Sterling, there’s nothing to worry about, absolutely nothing. You can be at ease, Miss Emma is just experiencing some instability in her condition. A bit more observation and she should be fine."

The man’s brow furrowed as he sought confirmation repeatedly, "Are you certain it’s just instability? You’re sure there’s no other issue? She’s alright?"

It’s often said that childbirth is akin to walking through the gates of death, and even during pregnancy, it feels like lingering at death’s door.

At this moment, the child within seemed momentarily less significant compared to Emma Hart.

Damien Sterling’s concern was solely for Emma Hart’s well-being at this moment.

Only after the doctor assured that Emma Hart was without issues did Damien Sterling think to ask, "And the child? Everything’s okay with the baby?"

The doctor nodded affirmatively, "All is well, everyone is safe."

Sofia Greenwood, standing by, could sense Damien Sterling visibly relax, lightening the atmosphere around them.

She realized then that the fates of everyone there hinged on Emma Hart and her child. Should any complication arise with either, the ordeal wouldn’t have been easy for any of them.

In the hospital room, Emma Hart lay weak on the bed.

The man opened the door, promptly dismissing the nurses and doctors inside.

Seeing Damien Sterling’s fierce gaze, Emma Hart knew he must’ve been angered again, pitying whoever was at the receiving end this time.

As Damien Sterling approached Emma’s bedside, she attempted to prop herself up with the objects around her.

A stern look from Damien Sterling sent her recoiling.

Emma, discontented, protested, "What’s with that intimidating look?"

Damien Sterling, instantly inflamed, barked back at her, "Say that again?"

Startled by his daunting demeanor, Emma Hart clamped her mouth shut, "I’m a patient, for goodness’ sake, no need to yell!"

"And to think you’re also pregnant. You realize that, don’t you?"

"What exactly should I be aware of?" Emma Hart retorted, her brows knitting together in dissatisfaction.

Emma Hart turned her head away, only for her jaw to be suddenly clasped by Damien Sterling’s hand, forcefully pulling her gaze back to confront his icy demeanor. The chill from his fingertips invaded her body as it trailed down her cheek. Emma pouted, wondering if this man took pleasure in seeing her distressed state, always managing to ruffle her in such a manner.

"What are you doing?" she challenged.

"Emma Hart, are you trying to tether yourself to me?" Damien’s voice was a mix of exasperation and concern. This woman never ceased to worry him, nor could he let his guard down around her. Every moment away from her seemed to spiral into chaos. Was he really considering keeping her by his side at all times?

"If Mr. Sterling doesn’t mind, I wouldn’t be opposed," Emma retorted. Following him could mean uncovering some business secrets, ensuring a lifetime of comfort.

After her bold declaration, Emma stretched her arms across Damien’s, attempting to break free from his grip. Alas, her strength was futile against his, leading her to relent. "Ouch, that hurts!" she exclaimed, though Damien knew it was another act of hers.

Yet, he had vowed to indulge her, even if it meant overlooking 9,999 instances of her pretense for the one time it might be genuine.

The room fell into silence.

"I’m tired. Please, Mr. Sterling, leave my room," Emma said, turning her head away. She closed her eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep, only to wake up finding Damien still present.

"Why haven’t you left?" she asked, visibly annoyed.

Damien glanced at his watch, his gaze softening. "In the two hours you’ve been asleep, I missed three meetings, two contract signings, and a multinational acquisition, totaling a loss of 300 million. I’ll be charging this to your account," he stated matter-of-factly.

Emma, taken aback, pointed a finger at his capitalist face, "On what grounds? Why should I?"

Pausing briefly, Damien continued, "Because, you’ve once again complicated my life."

"I want to be discharged," Emma demanded, realizing for the first time the value of her sleep; her two-hour nap equated to a loss of 200 million. Did this man possess some sort of money-attracting charm?

"The doctors haven’t cleared you for discharge; you cannot leave," Damien asserted firmly.

"Call the doctor over then, I want to speak to them."

Upon pressing the call button, the doctor and nurse rushed in.

"Can she be discharged?" The medical staff exchanged glances between Damien and Emma, uncertain of how to respond.