Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 346: Going Home

Chapter 346: Going Home

"Almost done! Don’t move, and stop talking!" Emma Hart pouted as she focused on her sketch. That man had definitely been teasing her on purpose!

Damien Sterling remained obediently silent, his heart brimming with joy. Spending time with this woman was undeniably entertaining.

After half an hour, Damien Sterling’s legs were numb from sitting still.

"Yes! It’s finished!" Emma Hart exclaimed, proudly holding the drawing above her head.

"Come and take a look, Mr. Sterling!" she said with a mischievous smile.

Damien Sterling couldn’t help but chuckle bitterly inside. He had no idea what kind of ridiculous image she had drawn of him. And that mischievous smile—wasn’t that his signature look? When did this "little kitten" steal it from him?

"Look!" Emma Hart cheerfully handed the drawing to Damien Sterling.

In the drawing, Damien Sterling was depicted holding a pan in one hand and a spatula in the other, wearing an old-fashioned apron. The most amusing part was his cold, stern expression. Meanwhile, Emma Hart was shown sitting at the table, happily eating steak.

Damien Sterling’s face darkened instantly.

"Emma Hart!" Damien Sterling called out.

"Hahaha! Don’t you think this new image suits you, Mr. Sterling? You look like a successful, family-oriented man!" Emma Hart said, laughing.

A portrait turned into a cartoon! Damien Sterling was at a loss for words. If he had known, he wouldn’t have stayed still for so long.

The next day at noon, Emma Hart was discharged from the hospital with her own insistence and the doctor’s approval.

"Mr. Sterling, can I have my phone back now?" Emma Hart asked sweetly in the car.

"Missing your phone already? Let’s see how well you behave at home," Damien Sterling said, pressing his large hand gently on Emma Hart’s head.

It felt like a massage—so comfortable.

Emma Hart blushed and smiled awkwardly. She regretted bringing it up in the car, knowing the driver would gossip about her and Damien Sterling afterwards.

Returning to the villa, Mrs. Harris was busy preparing formula for the two children.

Seeing the sudden arrival of Damien Sterling and Emma Hart, Mrs. Harris quickly set down her work and greeted them.

"Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, you’re back! I’m just making formula for the young masters. I’ll warm up your dinner right away!" Mrs. Harris said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Harris. I’ll feed them," Emma Hart replied, stepping forward to take the bottle from Mrs. Harris.

"Alright, Mrs. Sterling, I’ll get dinner ready for you," Mrs. Harris responded, heading to the kitchen.

Damien Sterling collapsed onto the soft, comfortable sofa, casually tugging at his tie, exposing a swath of his chest.

Emma Hart found the sight a bit inappropriate. This isn’t something the children should see!

"Damien Sterling, either fix your clothes or change into something more casual! Such an indecent posture is not suitable for the children!" Emma Hart admonished, blushing slightly.

Damien Sterling abruptly sat up, as if propelled by the sofa, and walked over to Emma Hart, scooping her up in his arms. "It’s all because of you! Come upstairs and help me change."

"Hey! Put me down!" Emma Hart protested, kicking her slender, smooth legs.

"Mrs. Harris, you feed the kids!" Damien Sterling shouted towards the kitchen as he carried the squirming Emma Hart upstairs.

"Put me down, put me down," Emma Hart insisted, her movements becoming more vigorous. Damien Sterling had no choice but to slowly set her down, her bare feet touching the plush carpet.

"See what happens when you don’t listen to your husband? You’ve lost your shoes," Damien Sterling said with a mischievous grin.

Emma Hart lightly hit Damien Sterling’s chest, making his heart itch with desire. He quickly stopped her.

This woman, did she really not know what she was doing? Being alone with her in broad daylight, wasn’t she tempting him?

"Alright, let me help you change!" Emma Hart said impatiently.

She hadn’t had a chance to play with the babies for a long time and missed them dearly.

"Are you really going to help me change?" Damien Sterling asked, pretending to be mysterious.

"Of course, isn’t that what you wanted?" Emma Hart replied, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"Come on then," Damien Sterling said, lifting his arms to the sides and standing still.

Emma Hart suddenly realized that helping him change meant taking off his shirt completely! This was way too intimate!

But she couldn’t back down now. Not only would Damien Sterling look down on her, but she might also provoke a counterattack from him.

Emma Hart swallowed nervously, her hands trembling slightly as she removed Damien Sterling’s suit jacket, then began unbuttoning his crisp white shirt. This man’s skin was so pale, and his chest muscles so defined—how long did it take to achieve this? Emma Hart blushed furiously at her own thoughts.

She had no idea that Damien Sterling, towering almost two heads above her, was watching her every move with a soft smile. How had he been so lucky to marry such a shy, beautiful little woman? He felt truly fortunate.

After changing, Damien Sterling retrieved Emma Hart’s phone from his suit jacket and handed it to her. "Here’s your phone. From now on, manage your time wisely and don’t spend too much time on it," he instructed, still worried she might not have kicked her phone addiction.

"Yes, Sir!" Emma Hart saluted him playfully.

"Let’s go downstairs for dinner," Damien Sterling said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder as they descended.

After dinner, Damien Sterling hurried back to the office. He had left the company in his assistant’s hands while he spent time with Emma Hart, but there were still many things that needed his attention.

The children were playing on the sofa with Bailey. Emma Hart eagerly turned on her phone, missing it even though it had only been a night without it. She was surprised to see over fifty missed calls and more than a hundred messages.

They were from Amelia Davidson, Brianna Baker, and mostly from Max and her grandmother. The last call had been from her grandmother around ten o’clock the previous night.

Emma Hart had a bad feeling. Her grandmother only called if something was wrong; otherwise, she wouldn’t disturb her.

"Hello, Emma!" Her grandmother’s loud voice came through the phone, sounding cheerful with the background noise of mahjong tiles clacking.

"Grandma, is everything alright?" Emma Hart asked.

"Hi! Everything’s fine now, all sorted. I’m playing mahjong! I just wanted to tell you to live well with Damien and don’t upset him, okay? Make sure to win his favor at work too! Alright, gotta go!" And with that, her grandmother quickly hung up.