Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 380: Promises Kept

Chapter 380: Promises Kept

"Emma ..." Damien Sterling wore an evil grin on his face. She was being so cheeky; just wait until later to see how he would deal with her.

Damien Sterling’s mischievous glance didn’t reach Emma Hart. Her hands, still holding her utensils, were suspended in the air as she laughed heartily, immersed in the joyous atmosphere.

The restaurant was quite spacious, with the waitstaff standing by the entrance.

"Bang!" Damien Sterling snapped his fingers. The waitstaff formed a long line, pushing a cart carrying a seven-layer cake surrounded by rose garlands. Each server held a single rose.

As romantic piano music played, Damien Sterling took a large bouquet of red roses from the middle tier of the cake cart and walked up to Emma Hart.

"I know you don’t particularly like roses; you say they’re thorny, and you don’t care for such love. But today, all the roses have been de-thorned. For an occasion like this, roses are still the most fitting," Damien Sterling said, a hint of mystery in his voice. He knelt on one knee, presenting the bouquet to Emma Hart. Nestled within the roses was a diamond ring, more exquisite and valuable than the one he had given her at Tianshan Pool. "I once promised you a perfect wedding. That day has come. Emma Hart, will you accept it?"

The restaurant’s lighting was a gentle warm yellow, like a shy girl tenderly caressing his deep features. He was as handsome and charming as ever, but his gaze had softened considerably.

"I do." Emma Hart took the roses from his hand and sweetly accepted.

The waitstaff, who had formed a line around them, cheered and showered the couple with their roses, sending their blessings.

The cheers grew louder, causing Emma Hart’s heart to flutter. She looked around and realized the restaurant wasn’t empty. Amelia Davidson, Logan Harrington, Ryan Garcia, Harper Clark... nearly all their friends were there.

"This is so embarrassing!" Emma Hart whispered to Damien Sterling, her face turning a bright shade of red.

"Let’s make it even more embarrassing," Damien Sterling replied. He wrapped one arm around Emma Hart’s slender waist, lifted her chin with the other, and kissed her.

Emma Hart closed her eyes in embarrassment, her feelings for Damien Sterling a mix of love and annoyance.

With the proposal over, their birthday party turned into a combined birthday and engagement celebration. The waitstaff had somehow managed to fill every table with food and drink, transforming the previously empty restaurant into a lively, bustling venue.

"Emma, long time no see! I’m back!" Amelia Davidson enthusiastically hugged Emma Hart. "I’ve missed you so much! You really outdid yourself, making our icy CEO propose again." Amelia Davidson teased, nudging Emma Hart with her elbow.

"Don’t tease me, Amelia! When did you guys get back? You didn’t even tell me!" Emma Hart replied.

"We just got off the plane. Logan Harrington received a call from Mr. Sterling, and we rushed over here without even picking up our luggage," Amelia Davidson said, wrapping her arm around Emma Hart with a hearty laugh.

Even after getting married, she hadn’t changed a bit.

Then, Harper Clark, Ryan Garcia, and Logan Harrington also came over to congratulate them. The unique party was a great success. Everyone had a fantastic time, and it wasn’t until around two or three in the morning, when someone reminded them of work the next day, that people began to leave one by one.

Damien Sterling and Emma Hart had both drunk quite a bit, so Assistant Lee came to drive them home.

In the back seat of the car, Emma Hart and Damien Sterling leaned on each other and fell asleep.

As the days passed, the temperature in City A was steadily rising.

The afternoon sun warmly shone into the bedroom of the Sterling Group villa, onto the bed, and over the bodies of the couple.

Everyone had a great time last night and drank a lot, so it was Assistant Lee and Mrs. Harris who helped them back to their room. They slept so deeply that even the blinding midday sun couldn’t wake them.

It wasn’t until around two in the afternoon that they began to stir, slowly regaining their senses.

They stretched their stiff bodies, rolling around on their side of the bed.

Emma Hart mischievously rolled over to Damien Sterling’s side, hugging his firm waist and slipping her warm hands under his shirt for warmth.

Her small hands moved around on Damien Sterling’s waist, making him ticklish. He laughed and eventually ordered Emma Hart to take her hands out.

"Beg me! Hahaha!" Emma Hart laughed maniacally.

"I... I beg you... please!" Damien Sterling was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. The laughter made his head hurt even more, likely from the lingering effects of last night’s alcohol.

Having finally experienced a taste of power, Emma Hart was satisfied and removed her relatively cool hands from Damien Sterling’s waist.

She turned over, lying on her back, still savoring the moment when Damien Sterling had begged for mercy.

"Alright, I think we should get up," Damien Sterling suddenly said as he sat up and lifted Emma Hart in a princess carry, heading towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, they brushed their teeth and washed their faces together, just like a newlywed couple.

Downstairs, they were making up for the breakfast and lunch they had missed.

Today’s lunch was a steak meal, typical of Damien Sterling’s style. Unfortunately, they woke up late, and the steak had gone cold. Mrs. Harris offered to make fresh ones, but Emma Hart said it would be wasteful and asked her to simply reheat the steaks.

The bread rolls and soup were the same; luckily, they tasted even better after reheating.

After the meal, Emma Hart hurried upstairs to change into her business attire. Damien Sterling followed her up.

"You don’t need to go to the office for a while. I’ve hired the best beauticians and fitness trainers to prepare you for the wedding," Damien Sterling said, leaning against the doorway as Emma Hart, halfway through changing, stood in the bedroom.

Her business suit’s jacket hung on her arm, and her upper body, clad only in underwear, was exposed to the air.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier!" Emma Hart said, annoyed at Damien Sterling’s smirk.

She quickly put her jacket back on and playfully punched and kicked Damien Sterling.

"Hmph! All show and no substance!" Damien Sterling easily caught Emma Hart’s small fist and used the momentum to pin her against the wall.

"You know, assaulting your husband isn’t the best idea," Damien Sterling said, leaning closer to Emma Hart’s flushed face.

Suddenly, Emma Hart stomped hard on Damien Sterling’s right foot. Unprepared, Damien Sterling immediately pulled back.