Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 416: Barroom Drama

Chapter 416: Barroom Drama

Emma Hart bit her lower lip and then reached out, entering her social circle number into Matthew Taylor’s phone.

"Alright, remember to add me when you get back!" Matthew Taylor’s heart felt as sweet as if it were coated in honey. Emma Hart nodded in agreement.

To ease the awkward atmosphere, Matthew Taylor started searching for topics to talk about, ranging from Emma Hart’s relationship with Damien Sterling to child education, and even their own childhoods. The conversation became more and more enjoyable, making him almost forget that Damien Sterling was on his way to pick her up.

As the temperature dropped, Emma Hart’s nose turned a bit red from the cold. She could feel the coolness in the air around them and instinctively touched her chilly nose.

"Feeling cold? Sorry, I didn’t notice earlier," Matthew Taylor said as he took off his khaki trench coat and draped it over Emma Hart’s shoulders.

"No need, Mr. Taylor! I’m not cold!" Emma Hart said, trying to remove the coat, but Matthew Taylor stopped her.

"Your nose is red and your hands are cold. Don’t worry about it," he insisted. Embarrassed, Emma Hart stopped trying to remove the coat. Matthew Taylor continued, "Just wear it for now. You can give it back when Mr. Sterling arrives."

Only after ensuring Emma Hart agreed to wear his coat did Matthew Taylor relax and turn his gaze to the brightly lit streetlamp ahead. Emma Hart couldn’t help but look at Matthew Taylor. His features were as deep and enchanting as stars in the night sky, and his eyes, with a hint of solemnity mixed with tenderness, were like the moon. Completely different from Damien Sterling. If Damien Sterling was an iceberg, then Matthew Taylor could be considered the Milky Way—dreamlike and unattainable.

Soon, Matthew Taylor’s phone rang. It was Damien Sterling calling to say he was waiting outside the park’s small stone gate.

"Mr. Sterling is here. Shall I walk you over?" Matthew Taylor said as he stood up.

Emma Hart nodded and stood up as well. She returned the trench coat to Matthew Taylor and then, with heavy steps, walked towards Damien Sterling.

Outside the small stone gate by the park, a white luxury car was parked, with a man leaning against the car door, standing in the cold wind. After bidding farewell to Matthew Taylor, Emma Hart got into the back seat of the car.

Under the streetlamp, only the two men were left, staring at each other. They exchanged looks for a while and then offered each other respectful but inscrutable smiles before saying their goodbyes.

It was now 6:30 PM, leaving only an hour and a half until the end of the competition. With ten destinations to cover in the scavenger hunt, Damien Sterling and Emma Hart realized they couldn’t finish in time. They decided to forgo the competition and called Logan Harrington and Amelia Davidson to meet up with them.

Logan Harrington and Amelia Davidson had moved quickly and were already at the final destination. By the time Damien Sterling and Emma Hart arrived, Logan and Amelia had already won the championship.

"Amelia, you guys are so lucky!" Emma Hart said, full of envy.

Amelia Davidson and her team had found a pearl in the beautiful Notre-Dame Cathedral.

"Don’t say that, it’s all thanks to you guys going easy on us," Amelia said, wrapping an arm around Emma Hart and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Alright, to celebrate your safety today and our victory, let’s go out and celebrate tonight!"

Everyone agreed, so Amelia Davidson took them to a new bar recommended on her phone.

Since it was still early, just dinner time, the real party wouldn’t start until after ten o’clock. The bar was playing some soft French songs, and there were live singers on stage performing impromptu acts occasionally.

The bar’s lighting was very dim. They chose a secluded booth in the corner, ordered some French cuisine and the bar’s special cocktails.

They partied until around 10 PM when Emma Hart suddenly felt a bit uneasy in her stomach, so she went to the restroom alone.

Several drunken people were already in the restroom, vomiting loudly, the sound making her feel nauseous. Deciding to leave quickly, Emma Hart prepared to leave the stall.

As she opened the door, she accidentally bumped into someone.

"Oh, what’s going on?" a French woman exclaimed angrily.

"Sorry, sorry," Emma Hart hurriedly apologized, bowing like she was in Japan.

"It’s you! We really are destined to meet!" the French woman suddenly smiled charmingly.

Emma Hart recognized the voice; it was the French flight attendant. She looked up and, sure enough, it was her.

The flight attendant stood before Emma Hart, wearing a sexy low-cut black dress and extravagant nightclub makeup, exuding an air of arrogance.

"I heard your name is Emma, right? Never mind, just be more careful next time," she said, strutting towards the makeup area to touch up her makeup.

Emma Hart moved to the sink to wash her hands.

"Hey Emma, do you know? Your man is really quite charming," the flight attendant said, putting down her powder puff and glancing at Emma. "I have no idea what good deeds you did in a past life to deserve him. You better keep a close watch on him!" She picked up her lipstick, applying it to her full lips, while occasionally making sultry expressions at herself in the mirror.

Emma Hart felt a surge of irritation at the flight attendant’s words. While she might not be a stunning beauty, she was far from unattractive. How dare this seductress look down on her!

Suddenly, a fist landed squarely on the flight attendant’s face. Emma Hart barely caught a glimpse of the heroic figure, noting only the hair that brushed past her ear and the overwhelming scent of perfume.

The flight attendant’s lipstick smeared across her face, leaving a deep red streak.

"Are you okay, Emma?" The woman who punched the flight attendant turned to Emma—it was Amelia Davidson.

"Amelia! That was amazing!" Emma felt her heart swell with admiration for Amelia Davidson.

"What do you think you’re doing?" the flight attendant screamed angrily, immediately standing up to retaliate against Amelia Davidson.

The two women, nearly equal in height, began grappling with each other in the restroom.