Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 235: The Night of the Sunflowers

Chapter 235: The Night of the Sunflowers

Suddenly, an arm snaked around Emma’s waist from behind, pulling her into an embrace. As she turned her face, she saw him whip out his phone and snap a selfie!

Just like that, with her mouth agape and a look of utter surprise, their selfie was captured.

"Couldn’t you wait until I had a chance to compose a less foolish expression?" Emma extricated herself from Damien Sterling’s embrace and steadied herself.

"It’s all the same anyway," Damien muttered, peering down at his phone at the image of Emma with her mouth agape.

"What do you mean ’all the same’? Are you calling me silly?" Emma glared at Damien, her irritation palpable. "You’re the silly one!"

"What’s the purpose of this photo, anyway?"

"To show it to your so-called other men. Let’s see if they’re still keen to visit you after seeing this," Damien said as he headed toward the house. Surprisingly, a lone villa emerged from the landscape, not quite a tourist spot, but a secluded retreat, apparently set for an overnight stay.

Damien walked a considerable distance away, leaving Emma alone, her gaze following a narrow path that snaked its way to the villa door, carved seemingly through a thicket of flowers.

"Aren’t you coming in? Or do you plan to sleep outside?" Damien called back from the doorway.

Emma turned her head aside, "I’m not done looking around."

With a loud snap, all the lights in the garden went out, plunging the area into darkness. Emma screamed in fright.

At that moment, the lights blazed back to life as Damien coolly called out, "Coming over or not?"

"Really, Damien! This is too much!" Emma muttered under her breath as she made her way toward the villa, frustrated by his increasingly outrageous antics.

The path, though not long, felt endless. Tall sunflowers on either side swayed, losing some of their daytime charm and gaining an eerie air.

Damien Sterling stood there waiting for Emma Hart. Emma Hart looked at the hateful man who was scaring her just now, rolled his eyes, and squatted with a "Ah" sound.

Damien Sterling, standing in front of the villa, watched in panic as Emma Hart’s body seemed to slump to the ground. He hurried over from the entrance, quickly pulling her up and checking anxiously for any injuries.

Emma suddenly burst into laughter. "Ha, you fool! You fell for it!"

With a playful shove, Emma pushed Damien away and started running off, her steps as light as they had been months ago.

Damien let out a sigh of relief behind her, having been so tense just moments before. Hands on his hips, he watched her bouncing and frolicking in the distance. "Slow down!" he called out.

Emma stuck her tongue out at him mischievously.

"What’s that over there!" Damien pointed towards something in the distance.

Emma, who had been turning to look at Damien, was startled by his exclamation and let out a shriek, running back towards him. Damien opened his arms naturally, catching Emma as she threw herself into his embrace.

A moment later, Damien’s laughter filled the air. "So, who’s the fool now?"

As Emma pulled away from his embrace, sniffing the subtle scent lingering around him, she looked up at Damien with mock indignation. "You big liar!" she protested, pouting her lips as if upset.

Her enticing lips caught Damien’s gaze, a serious and intense look that Emma knew all too well signaled danger. It was a look that meant Damien wanted something more...

Emma tried to step back, but Damien’s strong arms encircled her from behind.

"You won’t get away this time," he murmured, his warm, wet kisses descending like rain.

Sunflower Night.

Emma Hart slept soundly through the night.

Waking up early to the morning sunlight, Emma Hart drew back the curtains to find the second-floor windowsill perfectly framing a sea of sunflowers. Clad in a sheer nightgown, she stood before the window, seemingly enveloped by the floral expanse.

The person at the window was mesmerized by the sunflowers, but the man behind her was captivated by the sight of Emma, who was infinitely more beautiful than any flower.

The sunlight aligned them in a single beautiful line.

Unintentionally glancing back, Emma caught the sunlight casting a radiant glow on half of her face, capturing a moment of serene beauty.

Damien Sterling, utterly enchanted, leaned back and rested an arm behind his head, greedily taking in the view.

"Aren’t you supposed to be at the office today?"

"There are more important things than going to the office," Damien said meaningfully, his gaze never leaving Emma.

"Like what?" Emma asked, her sheer white nightgown fluttering as she walked barefoot towards the bed, her long hair cascading behind her, a few stray locks brushing her forehead in a carefree and pure manner.

Damien reached out his hand, and Emma instinctively placed hers in his. His voice, magnetic and pleasing, echoed, "Being with you."

His words sent a thrill through her, and just as Emma’s leg touched the edge of the bed, Damien pulled her swiftly towards him. Emma fell onto the soft bed and into his arms. Damien gently kissed her forehead, then held her tightly, closing his eyes.

"Gulu...Gulu..."

Emma’s stomach inopportunely growled.

Damien furrowed his brows and looked at her, "Hungry?"

"It’s not my fault. I didn’t eat well last night, and then... I followed you here. There’s not much to eat at this place," Emma explained, as if she was trying to justify a misdeed.

"Alright, let’s go back and eat."

Indeed, this secluded spot rarely had visitors and was only occasionally maintained. Damien had made a spur-of-the-moment decision not to return home the previous evening and had stayed here, without provisions.

When they arrived at the car, the driver was already waiting.

"Let’s have Cantonese cuisine," Damien instructed immediately.

Emma watched Damien, realizing he was quite different from Oliver Westmore. Oliver would have asked for her opinion, and though she seldom had one, Damien made all the decisions, which, in a way, spared her the hassle of choosing.

Catching Emma’s peculiar gaze, Damien remarked, "Soup is good for you; avoid the rest, it’s just clutter."

His tone was firm.

What could Emma say? Following Damien meant things were decided for her. If he believed it was good for her, then it must be.