Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 23: Command

Chapter 23: Command

Damien Sterling suddenly rolled off Emma Hart when she stopped struggling, his arm still firmly wrapped around her.

With slightly hurried breaths, Damien commanded, "Sleep."

Emma was momentarily stunned. Had she heard him right? His actions confirmed that he didn’t intend to go further.

Emma dared not move, calming her heartbeat and breathing to avoid provoking Damien’s displeasure and stirring up more trouble.

She slept soundly through the night.

Waking up, Emma found herself and Damien still in the same position as the night before. The whole night?

She felt a slight repulsion as she gently removed Damien’s arm. This slight movement disturbed him. Damien opened his sleepy eyes, glancing at his arm, seemingly aware of the same issue.

Without any lingering attachment, Damien got up and went to the bathroom.

The sound of the shower running filled the room. Damien deliberately turned on the cold water, letting it wash over his body.

This calmness seemed a little late, considering how the heat of last night’s passion had consumed him. He had yearned for Emma’s body, even just holding her.

Damien didn’t like this feeling of covetousness. No woman had ever made him feel this way, and Emma Hart was no exception.

Damien emerged wrapped in a white towel, his tight muscles and defined abs inadvertently drawing Emma’s gaze. But it was just for a second before she buried her head deeper.

Damien’s haughty attitude was evident as he glanced dismissively at Emma and then indifferently left the room.

Only after hearing Damien leave did Emma step out. The dining table was set with a variety of breakfast options: pearl corn sweet soup, jade dumplings, fragrant sticky bread slices, milk, soy milk...

A mix of Eastern and Western cuisine, both dishes and soup were in abundance, clearly the work of Mrs. Harris’s careful preparation.

"Miss Emma, I wasn’t sure what you preferred, so I prepared a variety of dishes. Please let me know what you like," Mrs. Harris said warmly.

Emma Hart’s attitude towards Mrs. Harris softened slightly, acknowledging that Mrs. Harris hadn’t wronged her. "Thank you, there’s no need for all this trouble," she replied with a hint of gratitude.

Mrs. Harris’s care was meticulous; wherever Emma went, she was always attentively followed. Watching TV was limited to half an hour, and Emma was discouraged from lifting anything too heavy.

After an early dinner, Emma returned to her room. Since locking the door proved futile, she resorted to pushing a table against it, piling up several heavy objects on top. Mrs. Harris would surely be astonished by Emma’s actions within the room.

The sound of a car engine outside caused Emma’s heart to tighten momentarily.

Footsteps outside made her brace for another confrontation, but soon the sounds faded away.

Damien Sterling hadn’t come to her room.

That night passed surprisingly peacefully.

The next day, Emma lived a languid life in the luxurious villa, her freedom restricted, always shadowed by Mrs. Harris.

Such a life of having everything handed to her might be many girls’ dream, but Emma didn’t like it.

Her phone rang, causing Mrs. Harris to also tense up.