Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 333: No One Can Bully You

Chapter 333: No One Can Bully You

Emma Hart scoffed inwardly.

She had changed, becoming a hundred times better than before! Yet, Damien Sterling’s keen eyes caught the faint smile on her lips.

He glanced at the flamboyant woman on stage but felt no recognition. Given Emma’s reaction, she was likely the friend who had betrayed Emma.

"I need to use the restroom," Emma said, walking away. Years of friendship shattered over a man; the thought still pained her deeply.

Natalie Black’s voice filled her head as she entered the restroom. Emma’s eyes began to mist up. To hide her tears from Damien, she turned on the faucet full blast, splashing water on her face.

Tears mixed with water, a salty tang clinging to her lips. After a moment, Emma felt better. She turned to dry her face.

"Emma Hart! Is that you?" Natalie’s voice suddenly echoed in front of her. Emma looked up; she hadn’t been mistaken. The singer on stage was indeed Natalie Black.

Natalie stood there, arms crossed, a sneer on her face.

"Long time no see, Natalie Black," Emma said coldly.

In a year, Natalie had grown even more alluring.

"Don’t try to get close to me. Who’d have thought I’d run into you here?" Natalie eyed Emma’s simple outfit with disdain—a plain black T-shirt, a small trendy brand, bare face. She must have been kicked out by Damien after having his child.

"Why aren’t you with Mr. Sterling? Did he kick you out after the baby? You must have gotten a lot of money, right? Why don’t you spruce yourself up? Maybe some man might take you if you’re willing to pay for it!" Natalie patted Emma’s shoulder mockingly. "Forget the past. If you can’t find a man, I can introduce you to some big shots later! By the way, why are you here?"

Emma laughed silently. She doesn’t even know why I’m here and yet dares to spout so much nonsense...

Emma Hart scoffed and said, "Humph! I’m here on vacation with Mr. Sterling. This is his restaurant, didn’t you know?"

Natalie Black froze for a moment.

"You mentioned introducing me to some big shots! Thanks, Natalie, but you can keep them for yourself. How could I ever forget the past? If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be with Damien Sterling now. You’re the one who set us up! Thanks for that! Damien and the kids are waiting for me. See you!" With that, Emma walked out of the restroom confidently, leaving Natalie Black standing there, seething with anger.

"Hey!" a familiar voice called out.

Emma turned to see Damien Sterling. Had he been waiting outside the restroom? Had he heard everything?

Smiling, Damien wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders and kissed her cheek. "I need to use the restroom too."

They returned to their seats together. Natalie Black, who had planned to humiliate Emma, ended up embarrassing herself instead.

"How humiliating," Natalie thought, watching Damien and Emma walk together, closer than ever. She deliberately avoided their table and quietly returned to her own.

"Natalie, where have you been? You’re late! Punish yourself with three drinks!" A rotund, balding middle-aged man pulled Natalie close, raising a glass to her lips, while the others cheered loudly.

"What’s with that people’s behavior?" Amelia Davidson complained, the rowdy drinking spoiling the restaurant’s sophisticated atmosphere.

Damien noticed Natalie at the other table, surrounded by lecherous old men who saw her as their prey. He gave Logan Harrington a look.

Logan snapped his fingers, summoning the manager. "Remove those people," he ordered coldly.

"Yes, Mr. Harrington!" The manager didn’t hesitate, calling in security. Within minutes, Natalie Black and her old men were escorted out.

As she was being led out, Natalie shot a dark glance towards Emma’s table, but she was already out the door before she could spot her.

The restaurant returned to its usual elegance and tranquility.

After finishing their meal, Emma Hart and Damien Sterling rode back to their villa in the luxurious car they had arrived in. On the way, as the car stopped at a red light in a dimly lit corner, Emma noticed a figure that looked remarkably like Natalie Black. The clothes, hairstyle, and silhouette were unmistakable. Without her high heels, Natalie was crouched on the ground, hugging herself.

Before Emma could confirm it was her, the light turned green, and their car sped away.

After saying goodbye to Amelia Davidson and Logan Harrington, they returned to their hilltop villa. The children were already asleep, worn out from swimming all day.

Emma stepped onto the balcony, stretching her arms wide. Damien headed straight to the shower, eager to wash off the smell of food clinging to his clothes, hair, and skin.

Before bed, Emma gazed at the starry sky, feeling like she was living in a dream. She suddenly asked, "On our way out of the restaurant, I saw a woman on the street corner who looked like an old friend of mine..."

"It was her," Damien said, not bothering to hide his involvement.

"You did that? Why?" Emma asked.

"Your performance in the restroom was impressive, but anyone who dares to bully my woman won’t get off easily," Damien said, wrapping his arms around Emma and burying his head in her freshly dried hair. The subtle fragrance, unique to her, was his favorite.

"So you were eavesdropping," Emma laughed.

"How else could I punish her on your behalf?" Damien gently kissed Emma’s forehead.

His domineering yet affectionate tone made Emma’s heart swell with sweetness.

"What if you get old or aren’t around anymore? What will I do then?" Emma asked.

"Don’t talk nonsense! I won’t die before you. Otherwise, you’d cry yourself to death," Damien replied with a smile.

Seabirds circled overhead while hammocks woven from ropes swayed under the coconut trees. A few elderly folks were lounging in the hammocks, enjoying the shade.

Emma Hart and Damien Sterling savored the coconut breeze and sweet coconut water on the small island. Nearby, their two chubby boys were amusing themselves by watching ants.

"How did you find this place?" Emma looked around the small island. Though not very large, it was well-equipped. Surrounding it were similar small islands, all connected by suspension bridges.

"This is part of the new archipelago developed by Harrington Global Enterprises. Last night, before parting ways with Logan Harrington, he invited us to come here today," Damien explained.

"Why didn’t you tell me sooner? Is Amelia and the others here too? Where are they?" Emma excitedly looked around.

Damien frowned slightly. Just another woman, yet his Emma was so eager to see her. He couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

"They haven’t arrived yet. I came early," he replied curtly.

"What? Why didn’t you wait for them?" Emma asked, disappointed.

"No particular reason," Damien said coolly.

Yesterday, they had spent nearly the whole day with Logan and Amelia by the crowded, noisy pool, which Damien disliked. Today, he wanted more time alone with Emma and their children on the private island he had reserved.

Still, Damien found it odd that Logan Harrington had suddenly been so generous in inviting them here.

As lunchtime approached, a fishing boat returned, and the fisherman handed a bucket of fish to the outdoor kitchen’s chef. This would be their main course for lunch.

"Hey, friends!" Logan Harrington’s cheerful voice called out from an approaching yacht. Beside him stood the captivating Amelia Davidson.

Logan and Amelia came ashore and sat across from Emma and Damien. Logan signaled to a servant to bring over two chilled coconuts.

"Ah! I’m so thirsty!" Logan exclaimed after taking a sip of coconut water.

"Didn’t you have any water before coming?" Emma asked.

"I didn’t want any. People live for moments like this!" Logan laughed heartily, like an old man enjoying fine wine, making Amelia chuckle.

"Why don’t you tell me, what’s the real reason for inviting us here?" Damien Sterling asked calmly.

Logan Harrington pointed at Damien, admiringly. "Wow, my brother is as sharp as ever! You saw right through me!"

Damien smiled slightly but said nothing.

With a heavy sigh, Logan confessed, "The truth is, my grandmother is here too. I promised her I’d bring a special lady to meet her today..." As he spoke, Logan grew increasingly nervous.

"Don’t worry! Amelia is so wonderful and beautiful; she’ll definitely impress your grandmother," Emma Hart said enthusiastically.

There was a moment of silence before Damien spoke, "Logan isn’t worried about Amelia; he’s worried about himself."

Logan flinched at Damien’s accurate observation.

"Why?" Emma asked Damien.

"Because Logan spends his days indulging in leisure, and every time his grandmother sees him, she scolds him relentlessly," Damien added, twisting the knife further.

"Haha, Logan, serves you right!" Emma teased.

"Come on, I invited you here to help me! When my grandmother starts scolding, I need you to change the subject. She adores you, Damien," Logan said helplessly.

Amelia Davidson couldn’t help but laugh.

"Please, Emma, Mr. Sterling, I really need your support this time," Amelia added, looking to them for reassurance.

"Amelia, don’t worry! We’ll be with you the whole time!" Emma said, reaching out to clasp Amelia’s hands tightly.

"Emma... thank you!" Amelia’s face lit up with relief.

Logan, feeling envious, turned to Damien and whined, "Boss, look how supportive they are! Can’t you cheer me up a bit too?"

"Hmm. Good luck," Damien replied coldly, uttering just three words.

Well, forget it... Logan thought to himself, resigning to his fate.

Lunch was a lavish affair, with freshly caught fish as the main dish and rare, exquisite seafood as the sides.

"Wow! I had no idea Harrington Global Enterprises had such capabilities!" Emma remarked.

"Of course!" Logan said proudly.

"That’s thanks to Logan’s grandmother. Mrs. Harrington is a remarkable woman, often called the ’Queen of Commerce,’" Damien explained.

This revelation left both Emma and Amelia in awe.

"Alright, alright! Let’s start eating!" Logan Harrington quickly changed the subject.

Emma Hart glanced at Logan and sighed inwardly. Poor guy, it’s no wonder Mrs. Harrington scolds him every time they meet—he really doesn’t live up to expectations.

Mealtime was when Logan was happiest. He kept piling food onto Amelia Davidson’s plate, showing his affection in every gesture. Amelia’s face radiated happiness, but no one noticed the occasional flicker of sadness in her eyes. Despite Logan’s efforts, she ate very little.

Their meeting with Logan’s grandmother was set for dinner, so they had the rest of the day to enjoy the island. The island was small, a leisurely walk around the shoreline took no more than half an hour. The sand was white, fine, and soft.

The two little boys were full of energy, rolling and chasing each other fearlessly on the beach. Damien didn’t stop them; he believed such play was good for building their character.

Emma, however, couldn’t bear to watch her boys get so dirty. Even though they were fully clothed, sand was everywhere, and she worried about it getting into their eyes, noses, or ears.

She picked them up one by one, carrying them to the baby bath with the help of the servants and Amelia. Once clean, she settled them into hammocks to rest.

In the gentle afternoon breeze and the comforting embrace of the hammock, Emma drifted off to sleep.

Damien alternated between checking his phone and watching their boys play with bamboo leaves, occasionally signaling them to keep quiet so they wouldn’t wake their mother.

Meanwhile, Amelia and Logan strolled hand in hand along the beach.

"Logan, do you think your grandmother will accept me?" Amelia asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Logan Harrington turned around and looked at Amelia Davidson, who was holding his hand. Her eyes were full of insecurity.