Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 408: The First Night in Paris

Chapter 408: The First Night in Paris

The driver had a brief conversation with the security guards and showed his ID. Damien Sterling and Emma Hart did the same. After verifying their identities, the guards allowed them to enter the villa community.

The car weaved through the winding roads of the estate and finally stopped in front of a garden-style wooden house.

"Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, we have arrived," the driver respectfully informed Damien Sterling and Emma Hart.

After the wild ride, Emma Hart’s stomach was churning with discomfort. As soon as she heard they had arrived, she quickly got out of the car, crouched by the bushes, and clutched her chest, pretending to vomit.

The driver scratched his head apologetically.

After a while, the driver unloaded their luggage from the car and bid them farewell.

It was very quiet here. All the surrounding villas were dark, which was not surprising since it was already late at night. It seemed that even the sound of the car engine could wake the sleeping residents.

Damien Sterling, pushing the luggage with one hand and holding Emma Hart’s waist with the other, walked into the villa.

The front yard’s lawn was dotted with various blooming flowers, and in the center stood a large tree with a complete set of white tables and chairs beneath it, presumably for afternoon tea.

"Living here must be wonderful!" Emma Hart whispered in awe.

"If you like it, we can stay a bit longer," Damien Sterling replied.

The interior was adorably exquisite, filled with a strong French countryside charm. As soon as she stepped inside, Emma Hart’s dizziness vanished completely. She excitedly ran to the living room sofa and the kitchen, examining everything new and intricate.

While Emma Hart was exploring the house in excitement, Damien Sterling had already carried the suitcases to the master bedroom on the second floor.

Emma Hart’s excited shouts echoed from downstairs, making Damien Sterling feel like he was traveling with a child. Anyone watching might think this was a family trip.

After putting away the luggage, Damien Sterling went back downstairs.

"Damien! Come and look at this! There’s so much food!" Emma Hart’s voice came from the kitchen.

She had discovered that the refrigerator was stocked with various ingredients and snacks, making her foodie heart race.

"Let’s cook our own meal tonight," Damien Sterling suggested.

It was the only option since it was already late at night, and the nearby restaurants were likely closed. Besides, the villa was far from the city center, so cooking their own meal seemed more practical.

"Sure, but I’m so tired today. Could I trouble Mr. Sterling to cook?" Emma Hart said with a mischievous smile.

"Beg me," Damien Sterling replied, curling his lips into a devilishly charming smile.

Such a cold and handsome face was hard to refuse.

Emma Hart spread out her left hand and made a small figure kneel with her right hand, saying, "Please, Mr. Sterling."

Damien Sterling stepped forward and pinched her soft cheek, then said, "Alright, looks like you’re in for a treat tonight." Emma Hart turned around and jumped with joy, softly exclaiming, "Yes!"

"I’m going to take a shower first!" she said, then bounded up the stairs to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the warm steam fogged up the mirror, creating an intimate atmosphere. Emma Hart sang happily as she showered.

Meanwhile, downstairs, Damien Sterling, unusually for him, took on the role of chef. For Emma Hart, this proud man had broken his own rules multiple times.

Emma Hart hadn’t finished her shower when the aroma of beef wafted up from the first floor. Her appetite suddenly surged, and she quickly dried off before running downstairs.

"Could you at least put on some clothes first?" Damien Sterling, seeing Emma Hart standing naked before him, was at a loss for words. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for anything else right now.

Emma Hart snapped back to reality, realizing how impulsive she had been. Feeling a chill, she dashed back upstairs to change into her pajamas.

Tonight, Damien Sterling was preparing his specialty: steak.

The weather outside was particularly nice, so they moved their meal to the white round table in the courtyard and opened a bottle of red wine, ready to dine under the gentle moonlight.

"Or maybe it’s more accurate to call this a midnight snack," Emma Hart said with a laugh, considering it was already 3 AM.

"You could say that," Damien Sterling replied as he poured her some wine. His movements were clean, efficient, and elegant.

Under the hazy moonlight, the beautiful scenery, delicious food, fine wine, and the lovely company created a perfect setting.

"Emma, let’s toast," Damien Sterling said, raising his glass.

"Sure," Emma Hart responded, lifting her glass.

"I’m really sorry about today. Actually, this is my first time being a husband, so please be patient with me," Damien Sterling said, surprisingly shyly, as he clinked glasses with Emma Hart.

"Me too, it’s the same for both of us!" Emma Hart replied with a laugh. Hearing Damien’s words brightened her mood considerably.

In the night sky, the thin layer of mist that had been veiling the moon gradually dissipated.

After a satisfying meal, they relaxed in their chairs, taking some photos and sipping on more wine. They had been out under the moonlight for about an hour. After tossing the dishes into the sink, Emma Hart was about to put on rubber gloves to wash them, but Damien Sterling stopped her.

"Leave it for tomorrow. Let’s take a shower first," Damien Sterling said with a mischievous grin.

"I’ve already showered. You go ahead," Emma Hart replied, still unaware of what was on his mind.

"Then let’s shower again," Damien Sterling said, wrapping his arm around Emma Hart’s waist and pulling her close, his warm lips meeting hers as he carried her towards the bathroom.

The bathroom’s steam had just cleared, and the temperature had returned to normal. Inside, they passionately undressed each other, their bodies entwined. Damien Sterling turned on the shower, and steam once again filled the room.

Their bodies, one soft and one firm, pressed tightly together. The moonlight outside was peaceful and serene, while the scene inside was anything but calm.

From the bathroom to the bed, it took them a full half hour. Who knows how long they had been tumbling on the bed when they suddenly heard a commotion from the small bedroom next door, as if something had fallen.

Emma Hart’s expression tightened. "Wait, I think I heard something outside!" she whispered urgently.