Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 418: Homecoming

Chapter 418: Homecoming

He wanted to express his excitement about returning to his homeland, but it seemed he was just playing random notes, not any specific melody, going with his feelings.

Emma Hart had fallen asleep beside him, completely unaware, while Damien Sterling couldn’t help but cover his ears with his hands.

The plane landed, and the dreadful music finally stopped. Damien Sterling secretly rejoiced, feeling that his tough days were finally over.

The three parted ways at the baggage claim area.

"Grandpa, let’s exchange phone numbers. We can get together again when we have time," Emma Hart suggested.

"No need, no need. I don’t like giving out my number casually. We’re in the same city, and if fate wills it, we’ll meet again," the old man said, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder and waving goodbye as he walked away.

Watching the old man’s carefree departure, Emma Hart couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration. She hadn’t expected to find such a laid-back person in this materialistic commercial society.

"Alright, let’s head home," Damien Sterling said, pushing the luggage cart and guiding Emma Hart towards the exit.

They stood by the roadside, waiting for their driver to arrive.

Suddenly, the old man they had just parted with came walking backward towards Emma Hart and Damien Sterling, smiling awkwardly.

"Hello, I didn’t expect we’d meet again so soon!" he said.

Emma Hart and Damien Sterling looked at him, puzzled.

"Grandpa, what’s going on?" Emma Hart asked, wondering why he was walking backward.

"Well, I just realized I lost my wallet. My ID and bank cards are in it. I’ve already booked a room, but could you lend me some money to take a cab to the hotel? I’ll give you my phone number and ID number and return the money tomorrow," the old man explained.

Just then, the Sterling family driver arrived in their car.

"Mr. Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, it’s been a long journey!" The driver opened the car door and bowed respectfully to his employers, taking Damien Sterling’s luggage and placing it in the trunk.

Seeing the old man travel all the way from abroad late at night, Emma Hart decided to help him.

Without consulting Damien Sterling, she made a decision.

"Grandpa, our car is here. Why don’t we just drive you to the hotel? It’s not safe for you to be out alone so late," Emma Hart suggested, thinking it was unsafe for an elderly man to travel alone at night.

"Mr. Sterling, don’t you agree?" Emma Hart asked sweetly, turning to Damien Sterling.

Seeing Emma Hart’s determined look, Damien knew she had made up her mind.

"Grandpa, get in the car. We’ll take you," Damien Sterling said, opening the car door for the old man.

"Thank you so much!" The old man expressed his gratitude as he got into the car.

Damien Sterling and the old man sat in the back row, while Emma Hart sat in the middle row.

"Grandpa, where are we heading?" the driver asked.

"Crown Garden Villa No. 234. Thank you, young man!" the old man replied.

Hearing this, Damien couldn’t help but feel surprised. Wasn’t Crown Garden Villa part of the Sterling Group’s properties? And weren’t Sterling Group’s villas not allowed to be rented out or used as guesthouses?

Damien Sterling furrowed his brow slightly. The car soon stopped outside the gate of Crown Garden Villa No. 234. However, there were no signs indicating it was a guesthouse.

"Alright, I’m here. Thank you!" The old man said, opening the door and getting out of the car.

"Wait, Grandpa," Emma Hart said, stepping out of the car and pulling out her wallet, insisting on giving the old man a thousand dollars.

"No, no, young lady, that’s too much!" The old man tried to push the money back.

But Emma Hart dodged around, refusing to take it back. "It’s alright, Grandpa. You can take it for now! You can return it to me when you get a chance!" she said, playing a game of hide and seek around the car with the old man.

Damien Sterling couldn’t bear to watch any longer, so he got out of the car to persuade the old man to take the money and gently pushed him towards the villa.

"How about this? Give me your phone number. Once I find my ID and wallet, I’ll repay you right away!" the old man said, not wanting to be seen as someone who begs for money.

Finally, Damien Sterling handed the old man one of his business cards.

"Thank you so much for today. Mr. Sterling, you should head home and rest; it’s getting late!" The old man shook hands with Damien Sterling and stood at the door, watching them leave.

The black car merged with the night, disappearing down the road. The old man nodded in satisfaction as he watched the car fade away.

"Such good kids," he murmured to himself.

The old man walked into the villa with his backpack. The delicious smell of roasted chicken and rice greeted him.

"You old fool, you finally made it back!" A plump elderly lady placed a fresh plate of roasted chicken and rice on the dining table.

The lady, his wife, wore a pink nightgown and bustled back into the kitchen.

"It smells amazing! Give me a plate!" The old man quickly put down his backpack and sat at the table.

After a while, the old lady returned from the kitchen with another steaming bowl of roasted chicken and rice, smiling.

"Where’s our daughter?" the old man asked.

"She just fell asleep. She’s been busy all day preparing for your trip tomorrow," the old lady replied, slightly grumbling about the old man.

"Young people need to be tempered. Let’s eat!" The old man’s mouth watered as he looked at his favorite home-cooked meal.

Meanwhile, Damien Sterling and Emma Hart were on their way back to the Sterling family villa. After nearly a month of travel and exhaustion, they felt completely relaxed the moment they returned to City A, and they both fell asleep in the car.

It was late at night when they arrived home. Mrs. Harris, who had fallen asleep in the living room, woke up upon hearing the door and hurried to help with the luggage. Knowing they would return tonight, she had already prepared a late-night snack for them.

The first thing Emma Hart did upon returning home was to go upstairs to check on her two little troublemakers, who were already sound asleep. She tiptoed into the nursery and gently poked their tiny fingers with one of her own.

"Sleep tight," Emma Hart smiled.

"Hey," Damien Sterling whispered from the doorway. He walked into the nursery to admire their sons’ peaceful sleeping faces.