Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 315: Every Family Has Its Troubles

Chapter 315: Every Family Has Its Troubles

Logan Harrington gazed up at the scattered stars in the night sky, letting out a long, weary sigh. "I swear, you just love pouring cold water on my happiness. Can’t you let me be happy for a few days?" he muttered, his recent joy deflated at the thought of his grandmother.

"I’m only doing this for your own good, helping you see things clearly," Damien Sterling replied calmly, his eyes unwavering.

Logan’s grandmother, much like Damien’s grandfather, was an old-fashioned thinker. In their world, marriages had to be well-matched, ideally with the bride younger than the groom. Amelia Davidson’s family was of modest means, relying solely on her income, which made financial security a significant concern for her.

Without hesitation, Logan declared, "Let those old folks say whatever they want! I, for one, won’t marry anyone but my goddess!"

Damien couldn’t help but admire Logan’s resolve. He felt the same way about Emma Hart. Even though they hadn’t had their wedding yet, he knew it was inevitable, no matter how much Mr. Sterling Senior opposed. Emma Hart was the only one for him.

"That’s the spirit! Now you sound like my true brother!" Damien said, giving Logan a hearty pat on the shoulder.

"Pfft, like I wasn’t already," Logan grumbled, but within seconds, he mimicked the coquettish tone of women trying to win Damien’s favor, "Mr. Sterling, I’m so cold! Let’s go inside."

This time, instead of pushing him away, Damien smirked, "Alright, you come with me, but you stay out here." With that, he strode inside alone, leaving Logan standing in the cold, flipping him off before reluctantly following him in.

At the bar, Damien and Logan grabbed a bottle of red wine and toasted.

"Here’s to us, brother! We’re not stopping until we’re drunk!" Logan shouted.

"Logan, keep your voice down, you’ll scare the kids!" Amelia Davidson scolded.

"Mrs. Sterling, it’s getting late. It’s time to bathe the young masters," Mrs. Harris interjected, approaching them.

"Alright," Emma Hart replied. She and Amelia took the children to the bathroom.

Mrs. Harris adjusted the water temperature in the baby tub, added some rubber duckies, and then took Gabriel from Emma’s arms.

Mrs. Harris gently placed Gabriel into the shallow water, using a soft towel to carefully clean his tiny body. The water temperature was just right, making Gabriel giggle with delight. His eyes slowly began to droop, eventually becoming mere slits as he lay motionless, thoroughly enjoying the soothing "massage" Mrs. Harris was giving him.

Amelia Davidson watched the chubby baby in the water, her face softening into a warm, motherly smile. "He’s so adorable... I wish I could have a child just like him."

Emma Hart observed Amelia, not entirely surprised by her reaction. Despite Amelia’s ambitious nature and love for money, the inherent fondness for babies seemed impossible for any woman to resist. This love, she thought, must be innate.

"Amelia, you’ve really changed," Emma couldn’t help but remark.

"Ah, time doesn’t spare anyone. Look at me, I’m already an old woman," Amelia sighed, her eyes drifting toward Logan Harrington. "Sometimes, I fear ending up alone."

She continued, "Even though he often seems aimless, compared to those successful men who treat me like a toy, he’s a hundred times—no, a million times—better. I’m willing to take a chance on him."

Emma admired Amelia’s sudden burst of courage. The Amelia she knew used to be cautious, always avoiding her true feelings. Now, she seemed ready to confront them head-on.

On the way home, Logan Harrington had drunken himself silly, far beyond self-control. Emma strongly suggested that Amelia stay at the Sterling villa for the night, but Amelia insisted on returning to her place, citing the villa’s inconvenient distance from her work.

Logan, stubborn as ever, refused to leave Amelia’s side, resulting in her driving him back. "You idiot, how did you manage to get this drunk?" Amelia muttered, scolding Logan who was acting out behind her.

Logan continued to laugh foolishly, occasionally wrapping his arms around Amelia from behind. At times, like a mischievous child, he would sneak a quick kiss on her cheek and then pull back just as swiftly.

Amelia, exasperated and annoyed, gave him a stern glance. "Sit still and stop moving around!" she commanded in a tone reminiscent of a strict schoolteacher.

In the Sterling family villa, Emma Hart and Mrs. Harris had just put the children to bed.

In the bedroom, Emma Hart frowned and asked Damien Sterling, "I have a feeling that you’re not too happy about Amelia Davidson and Logan Harrington getting married. Is that true?"

Damien looked at Emma with a gaze filled with gratitude. This little woman actually cared about his feelings.

"No, I’m just worried about Logan Harrington. I fear he’s never going to escape Amelia Davidson’s grasp," Damien replied, not revealing the real reason to Emma. Logan’s grandmother and Mr. Sterling Senior shared similar archaic views. If he told Emma everything about Logan’s situation, he feared she might draw parallels to their own relationship. That kind of revulsion and disgust was something Damien was willing to bear alone. His woman only needed to stay behind him and be loved.

"Hey! Why are you zoning out? Say something!" Emma waved her hand in front of Damien’s face, tilting her head to look at him.

This woman, like a kitten, always unknowingly tugged at his heartstrings.

Damien’s lips curled into his usual cold, enchanting smile, his fox-like eyes so captivating it was hard to look away.

"Emma Hart..." Damien called softly.

"Yes?" Emma looked at him with a hopeful expression.

"Come here!" Damien commanded, pressing Emma beneath him.

Under the moonlight, Damien Sterling and Emma Hart intertwined in a feverish and passionate embrace.

Luckily, Mrs. Harris had closed the door and was with the babies, sparing the innocent children from hearing their parents’ uninhibited cries of pleasure. Such sounds were not for young ears.

Another night of stormy passion passed.

The next day, dark clouds loomed over the entire city. Outside, the fierce wind stripped the nearly bare trees of their last few leaves. A black storm warning was suddenly issued.

Inside the Sterling Group villa, Emma Hart and Damien Sterling were at the dining table, engaged in a heated debate over the challenging tasks that lay ahead. The intensity of their argument mirrored the brewing storm outside.

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