Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 244: An Awkward Dinner Party

Chapter 244: An Awkward Dinner Party

Logan Harrington, clutching the car keys, bounded over like an excited monkey, as if on a stimulant rush. Amelia Davidson sighed in resignation and shook her head, turning away, sometimes finding Logan’s overly enthusiastic spirit too much.

The four of them stood around a table, a bizarrely assorted group. Logan, grinning broadly, attempted to sit next to Amelia, but she swiftly pulled Emma Hart over to her side. Logan, catching the hint, still smiling, retreated to a seat directly across from Amelia, muttering to himself, "This is fine too, I can still gaze at my goddess..."

Amelia’s expression almost drove her to move Emma to another table. Disgust was plain on Amelia’s face, and Emma felt exceedingly uncomfortable, sitting on pins and needles.

Emma clutched a glass of water, staring down at the ripples it formed, while a waiter prompted them from an electronic screen on the table, "Please place your order." Damien Sterling glanced at it dismissively, always indifferent to such mundane tasks.

Logan, initially startled by Damien’s lack of interest, hesitated before diving into the menu, clapping his hands decisively, "Alright, I’ll handle this!" He looked up eagerly to play the attentive host, "What would you like to eat?"

Amelia, preoccupied with her phone, didn’t look up. "Whatever." Logan echoed, "Whatever," and then scrutinized the menu again before tentatively asking Amelia, "How about this one?"

"How about some crab?" Logan suggested.

From the side, Damien, who had been silent, suddenly interjected, "No!" Logan paused, glanced at Emma, realizing her possible allergies, and quickly said, "Okay, let’s change it."

After placing the order, Logan read the selections back to Amelia, "How do these sound?" Amelia nodded in approval, "Mm," then glanced at her watch, "If you keep dawdling, it’ll be time to start working. You think everyone’s as idle as you."

"How can you say that? I’m not idle," Logan responded, still in good spirits.

Damien watched, amazed at the change in Logan, recalling the old days when Logan would fight anyone who disparaged him. It seemed Amelia really had the knack to handle Logan.

"Emma, what would you like to eat?" Amelia asked, ignoring Logan and turning to Emma, leaving Logan hanging awkwardly.

Logan’s face showed his embarrassment as he turned to possibly confide in Damien, with no one else listening.

Emma Hart considered for a moment before deciding, "I’ll have the caviar custard." Just then, Logan Harrington leaned in to see Damien Sterling pressing a selection on the menu. Their actions were almost simultaneous, and upon hearing Emma’s choice, Damien’s finger paused momentarily.

Amelia Davidson and Logan both noticed this brief smile from Damien. Amelia casually asked, "Mr. Sterling, do you like that dish too?" Damien withdrew his hand, while Emma nervously fidgeted with her glass. Damien’s gaze swept over Emma, causing her to bury her head even deeper.

His look was piercing, always sharp, and it was hard for Emma not to feel the intensity of his eyes. "Why does he always have to look at me like that?" she thought, worried Amelia might notice.

Eventually, Damien looked away and simply responded, "Yes." Emma exhaled, lifting her water glass to ease her nerves.

"It’s hot!" Emma exclaimed as the water spilled from her mouth.

Across from her, Damien’s fingers twitched, and he started to rise but restrained himself. Amelia quickly handed Emma a napkin to wipe her mouth, frowning in concern. "Emma, what’s gotten into you?" She touched Emma’s forehead, asking, "Do you have a fever?"

Under the table, Emma felt something cool and smooth touch her leg, startling her into jerking her leg away. Damien observed silently from across the table, his expression unreadable, but Emma was sure it was his leg teasing her beneath the table—his favorite way to torment her.

Emma tried to pull her leg away, but Damien’s long leg followed, easily finding her again and playfully caressing her leg. His model-like stature and long legs were proving quite effective in his flirtation.

Emma took the napkin from Amelia and wiped herself, insisting, "I’m fine, really, I’m okay."

Amelia sat back down, while Logan, chin in hand, gazed dreamily at her. Although Amelia’s face might not have the collagen-filled plumpness of younger women, Logan found an irresistible charm in her face, body, and even in each strand of her hair. There was a magic about her that deeply captivated him.

The waiter began serving the dishes. Just as Logan Harrington was about to place a piece of rib into Amelia Davidson’s bowl, Amelia quickly blocked him with her chopsticks, pointing at his own plate and sternly saying, "Eat your own!" Each word carried a mix of resignation and distaste for Logan’s antics.

Logan nodded, maintaining his smile, "Alright, eat up then." He couldn’t resist slyly licking his chopsticks, which had just touched Amelia’s—almost as if enjoying an indirect kiss.

Emma Hart was tense throughout the meal, also worried about the under-the-table antics of Damien Sterling. To anyone observing, the dinner scene might seem elegant, but the truth of Damien’s mischief beneath the table was known only to Emma. Few would believe how unruly he could be if she told them. Her nerves left her with little appetite.

Amelia’s chopsticks lay forgotten as she eyed the dishes skeptically, "Why does this menu seem like it’s for someone pregnant?" Her words sent a wave of nervousness through Emma, who suddenly lifted her head, looking guilty.

Caught off guard, Logan responded, "Huh? What? Pregnant? Oh, no, I’m not the one pregnant." He knew he needed to cover for Emma on something, but his attention had been too fixed on Amelia to really focus.

Amelia stared at Logan in confusion, while he looked around at the three of them, unaware of what he’d just implied incorrectly.

The commotion further spoiled Emma’s appetite. She worried that eating too much might reveal her condition, given her slightly bulging belly. Subconsciously, she tugged at her clothes to cover it.

Suddenly, Damien kicked Emma under the table. She looked up sharply to see him glaring at the food in her bowl. With her lips pursed, even the thought of eating was unpalatable. Her mood was ruined by whatever anger burned in his eyes, the reason for her lack of appetite stemming from him.

In a surprising gesture, Damien picked up a piece of meat and some bok choy, placing it on Emma’s plate. Amelia watched this action in shock, hardly believing that the president would serve food to Emma.

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