Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 296: For Your Sake

Chapter 296: For Your Sake

"Absolutely stunning!" Emma Hart gave Harper Clark a thumbs up, marveling at her. At that moment, Harper Clark was twirling in front of the mirror, her skirt swaying pleasingly, occasionally flashing Emma a warm smile. Beside them, the tailor, a man in his fifties, watched Harper intently, occasionally swallowing hard as he admired her graceful figure.

"Hey, Mr. Sterling, we’re done here. Yes, that’s right," Emma spoke into the phone. "Harper, why don’t you change out of the dress, and I’ll head back. It’s getting late; let us give you a ride," she suggested to Harper.

"Thank you, Emma, and Mr. Sterling," Harper responded gratefully.

Ten minutes later, Emma Hart and Harper Clark were downstairs waiting for Damien Sterling as the tailor stayed behind to clean up. A sleek black Bugatti pulled up in front of the two women, and Damien Sterling rolled down the window, "Get in."

"Um, Mr. Sterling, it’s late; we should really drop Harper off at her home. It’s not safe for a young woman to take a taxi alone at this hour," Emma pleaded.

"I don’t have time," Damien replied coldly.

"You, stay back and call another car to take Miss Clark home," Damien instructed the driver.

"Mr. Sterling, what about you?" the driver inquired.

"I’ll drive myself," Damien answered.

"Yes, Mr. Sterling!" The driver quickly got out to open the door for Damien, and after he slid into the driver’s seat, he opened the door for Emma, "Mrs. Sterling, please."

Emma looked at Damien in the driver’s seat, then smiled at Harper, "Let’s do as Mr. Sterling says. Let me know when you get home, and don’t be late."

Harper quickly diverted her gaze from Damien, "Okay, Emma, Mr. Sterling, have a safe trip," and with that, she waved goodbye to them.

"Miss Clark, please," Damien’s driver had already called another sports car as they said their farewells.

With a regal air, Harper resumed her poised demeanor and climbed into the car, her head held high.

Inside the sleek black Bugatti, Damien Sterling and Emma Hart were engaged in a delicate conversation.

"Why are you so cold to that young lady? She might be your future sister-in-law!" Emma chided playfully.

"You said it yourself—it’s only a possibility," Damien responded coolly.

"Do you have to run errands later?"

"No, I don’t."

"Then why not drop her off?"

"Do you want me to?"

"No, I don’t."

Emma’s response drew an involuntary smile from Damien, a smile born of profound happiness.

If you ever lose something in life, don’t fret; the universe has its ways of making amends. In his youth, Damien lacked an Emma Hart in his life, but now, fortune had corrected that absence.

Back at the Sterling Group villa, Mrs. Harris had prepared a feast of aromatic Chinese dishes, specially requested by Damien over the phone—white jade meatballs, corn soup, braised ribs, stir-fried celery with dried tofu—all Emma’s favorite dishes. With the final competition looming the next day, he wanted to treat her well.

"My goodness, Mrs. Harris! This is wonderful!" Emma exclaimed as she arrived home to find a table laden with her favorite dishes, barely containing her excitement.

"Miss Emma, Mr. Sterling specifically asked me to prepare these," Mrs. Harris said with a smile.

"Really?" Emma teased Damien with a mischievous grin. "Since when did you start caring so much for your wife?"

"I’ve always cared, as long as you behave," Damien replied, playfully pushing her towards the chair.

After enduring Ella Moore’s rigorous training, Emma found these comforting dishes particularly nostalgic, and she dug in heartily.

When Emma reached for her third bowl of rice, Damien quickly intervened. "Stop! You’ve already had two bowls; you can’t have more."

Emma pouted, looking at Damien with a mix of defiance and disappointment.

"You’re pregnant, and there’s a competition tomorrow. Hold off," Damien said firmly, not giving in.

Emma’s mood instantly soured, and she reluctantly set down her utensils.

"Once the kids are here, you can eat as much as you want," Damien said softly.

"You promise?" Emma responded with a sly grin. Just a few more days, and she would be free of restrictions!

"Yes," Damien affirmed, adoringly gazing at Emma.

After dinner, Ella Moore appeared at the Sterling family villa, as Damien Sterling had noted Emma Hart had overindulged and suggested Ella teach her some exercises to aid digestion. About an hour later, Emma felt remarkably lighter and invigorated; indeed, exercise was beneficial.

Contentedly, she returned to her room. Harper Clark had texted her over two hours earlier, but Emma had missed it during dinner. After replying to Harper’s message, Damien emerged from the bathroom.

"Ah! What are you doing!" Emma exclaimed, quickly covering her eyes.

The room was warm, and Damien wore only a towel around his lower half, revealing a physique both strong and enticing.

"Why cover your eyes? You’ve seen it all before," Damien teased with a mischievous grin.

"Go take your shower, and move your bag from the bed!" he ordered.

"Okay!" Emma complied obediently, knowing well that upsetting him meant a restless night ahead.

Damien slipped into his pajamas and watched through the foggy transparency of the bathroom as Emma, now unclothed in the mist, washed up. It had been a long time since he had felt this... Well, best leave it unsaid.

After her shower, Emma climbed into bed. "Sit up and stretch out your feet," Damien said, putting down his phone.

"Huh? My feet?" Emma frowned, puzzled.

"Quickly!"

"Okay!"

Before she could clarify, Damien’s patience wore thin. She extended a foot from under the covers, and he skillfully massaged her calf with his warm hands. He kneaded from below her knees to her ankles, hitting each pressure point with precision and perfect pressure.

Emma stared at Damien in amazement. Was this the same cunning devil of a CEO from Sterling Group?

Damien glanced at her and remarked, "Drop that naive little woman look. I’ve just been massaged enough by others to pick up a few things."

"Why did you suddenly decide to give me a massage today?" Emma asked softly.

"The doctor mentioned that massages are beneficial for pregnant women," Damien explained.

"Oh, thank you, Mr. Sterling!" Emma felt delighted inside.

Damien didn’t reply but continued massaging her legs, alternating between them. Her calves were smooth and fair, slightly plump, and under the warm yellow light, they were distractingly alluring.

After about an hour, he stopped. "Alright, sleep now. Tomorrow will be busy," Damien said, then stood up and went to another room.

He didn’t expect that just massaging this woman’s legs would trigger a sexual response in him.