Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 432: An Unexpected Encounter with Riley Turner

Chapter 432: An Unexpected Encounter with Riley Turner

In the days that followed, Emma Hart took on the task of training the children. Mornings were for training, and afternoons were spent overseeing their academic progress.

One afternoon, Amelia Davidson unexpectedly invited her to a nearby café for a chat. Emma Hart, escorted by her driver, arrived at the café below the Sterling Group building.

"Amelia, what brings you here today?" Emma’s clear, bell-like voice reached the bar as soon as she pushed the door open.

Two men and a woman looked her way. The woman, with a graceful figure, rose from her chair and warmly pulled Emma to her side, sweetly asking, "So, how’s the transformation from super mom to tutor going?"

"Stop teasing me. Being a teacher isn’t easy. These two little rascals have been driving me crazy," Emma sighed helplessly.

"Come, have some watermelon juice to cool off!" Amelia said, handing Emma a glass of chilled watermelon juice.

Halfway through their drinks, Amelia went to the restroom. When she returned, they saw someone unexpected.

"Boss, I’d like a tiramisu to-go," a girl at the bar told Ryan Garcia. Her hair was tied up, and she was wearing the Sterling Group intern uniform, looking very professional.

"Isn’t that Riley Turner?" Amelia’s hand on Emma’s arm trembled slightly.

Emma also saw her. Riley Turner had told them she was working at Taylor Group, so why was she here in Sterling Group’s uniform? The only explanation was that Riley Turner had lied!

"Riley?" Emma, irritated, walked towards Riley Turner.

"Ah? Emma," Riley’s voice grew quieter, her gaze evasive, and her feet pointed towards the door as if she wanted to escape.

"Aren’t you working at Taylor Group? Why are you here at Sterling Group?" Emma’s tone was sharp, as she despised dishonesty.

Amelia stood with her hands on her hips, silently enjoying the scene.

Riley understood the situation now; Emma must have been watching her. She quickly moved her gaze away from Amelia, then pulled Emma aside.

Riley explained that she was actually hired by Sterling Group but didn’t want her father’s relationship with Damien Sterling to give her any special treatment, so she kept it a secret.

"You’re so sneaky!" Emma lightly punched Riley’s chest, pretending to be angry.

Seeing that Emma wasn’t truly mad, Riley laughed. "I knew you wouldn’t be angry with me!" she said, clinging to Emma’s arm like a kitten.

Emma stood there, stunned and motionless.

Riley stood on tiptoe, leaning her head on Emma’s shoulder, smugly looking at the furious Amelia Davidson.

"Your cake is ready," Ryan Garcia said lazily, placing the packaged cake on the bar. He glanced at the stunned Emma, thinking she was as clueless as ever.

"Thanks, Emma and Amelia. I’ll be off now. Enjoy your time!" Riley Turner said as she quickly grabbed her cake and headed towards the office building before Emma and Amelia could react.

She ran towards her destination, beads of sweat glistening on her smooth neck in the afternoon sun. Her back was drenched, and the vibrant young body under her white shirt and black skirt grew smaller in the distance for Emma and Amelia.

"Hey! What are you daydreaming about?" Logan Harrington shouted. "Aren’t you tired of constantly watching and analyzing everything?"

Emma snapped out of her reverie, realizing it was already 2 PM. "Oh! The kids’ afternoon class is about to start! We’ll chat another time. Bye!" she said, bidding everyone farewell before quickly leaving the café and jumping into her car.

She had more important things to do than gossip.

Back at the Sterling family villa, Emma returned to the living room, sweating profusely. Mrs. Harris informed her that the tutor had taken the children to the rooftop.

Emma tilted her head in confusion. The rooftop had been converted into a yoga platform by Damien Sterling. What was the tutor doing up there with the kids?

At her request, Mrs. Harris carried a few glasses of juice and accompanied Emma to the rooftop.

On the rooftop, Emma heard the children babbling as they learned to speak. They were sitting on yoga mats with their tutor, who was teaching them about small handcrafted flowers and birds. Emma smiled with satisfaction.

She called out to the tutor and the children to take a break and then sat quietly nearby as they continued their lessons.

As the afternoon session neared its end, the tutor packed up her teaching materials and prepared to leave. Emma insisted she stay for dinner.

"Thank you, Mrs. Turner," the tutor agreed, unable to refuse the kind offer.

Mrs. Harris set up dinner, serving everyone while keeping track of the time. Damien Sterling was expected home soon.

Suddenly, Emma’s phone buzzed. She pulled it out, puzzled, and saw a message from Damien: "In a meeting, won’t be home for dinner."

Emma sighed and tilted her head. Since their honeymoon, Damien had been perpetually busy. He was so cold, not even bothering with a few affectionate words in his texts.

"Mrs. Harris, Mr. Sterling won’t be home for dinner. Let’s start," Emma said to Mrs. Harris, who was serving the rice.

"Got it," Mrs. Harris replied. Emma texted Damien back and headed to the dining room.

Meanwhile, in the Sterling Group conference room, Damien and the other executives were in a heated discussion about the management trainee program.

They decided to appoint Lucy Allen as the training instructor and planned a week-long special training session for the trainees.

The meeting lasted until 8 PM. Outside the lobby, Lucy Allen was leisurely smoking a cigarette, leaning against a white pillar.

Damien and his assistant, Lee, emerged from the building.

"Mr. Sterling," Lucy called out. She longed to carve out a space in his heart, despite knowing he was married.

"Mm," Damien responded dismissively, not even glancing her way, and continued to walk away, as usual, putting distance between them.

The car sped away, leaving behind a cloud of exhaust fumes that was impossible to ignore.

Lucy Allen stood there, taking a final drag of her cigarette. The white smoke mingled with the car’s exhaust, slowly dissipating into the air with the warm breeze.

Back at the Sterling family villa, Emma Hart was giving the children a bath. The mischievous boys splashed the bathwater and bubbles all over the place, ignoring Emma’s attempts to get them to stop. Covered in soap bubbles, Emma finally let out a scream, hoping to scare the little troublemakers into behaving. Instead, they responded by launching even more bubbles at her.

Emma turned her head to prepare for a counterattack, but noticed the "enemy" had suddenly stopped. She looked back to see the boys scrubbing each other’s backs.

She stared at them in surprise, then noticed the polished shoes and dress pants beside her.

"You’re back. Why didn’t you say anything?" Emma asked. Was this man’s hobby sneaking up on people?

Damien Sterling flashed his charming smile, looking at the two "well-behaved" boys in the tub. "If I had announced myself, I wouldn’t have witnessed such an entertaining scene."

Hmph, this man loved to tease her. Mimicking the boys, Emma scooped up a handful of bubbles and water, flinging it at Damien.

"Haha!" Damien deftly dodged and stuck his tongue out at her before heading towards their bedroom. "Finish up and come over."

Emma felt a mix of reluctance and incredulity. What was with the men in the Sterling family tonight? They seemed to delight in teasing her.

"Ah!" In the bedroom, Emma covered her eyes as soon as she pushed the door open, then peeked through her fingers.

Damien had finished his shower but hadn’t put on his pajamas. He was wearing only a towel around his waist.

"What? You’ve seen me like this so many times and still get shy?" Damien teased, pulling her into his arms.

His scent made Emma’s head spin, and she couldn’t resist. They kissed passionately, Emma feeling his warm, wet tongue exploring her mouth. Her mind wandered, anticipating what was to come.

Suddenly, she felt something wet between her nose and lips. She frowned and gently pushed Damien away, touching the damp spot with her fingers. To her shock, her fingertips were stained red.

"Oh no! I have a nosebleed!" Emma exclaimed. How could she suddenly get a nosebleed? She looked down, watching drops of blood fall to the floor, forming tiny red blossoms.

Damien quickly grabbed a box of tissues from the nightstand, pressing one to Emma’s nose. He led her to the bathroom to clean the blood from her hands.

"Little perv, did you get a nosebleed because you saw my great body?" Damien joked.

Emma rolled her eyes but couldn’t help smiling. Despite the chaos, there was always something to laugh about with Damien.

"I-I did not!" Emma Hart tried to wash away the sticky blood from her lips, but it kept flowing. She felt like her nose was about to fall off.

Staring at the large pool of blood in the sink, Emma’s stomach churned, and she almost vomited her dinner.

"Tissue, tissue!" she cried, her eyes red and her vision blurring before she fainted.

Damien Sterling was shocked by the situation. He carried Emma to the bed and called the family doctor. "I’m sending someone to pick you up. Be at my house in twenty minutes."

After hanging up, he quickly instructed the driver to fetch the doctor. Damien also asked Mrs. Harris to prepare an ice pack, which he used to gently ice Emma’s nose while she lay semi-conscious.

"This woman, she better be okay," he muttered to himself.

Within twenty minutes, the doctor arrived at the Sterling villa. Mrs. Harris led him to the bedroom where Damien sat by Emma’s side.

"Mr. Sterling," the doctor greeted respectfully.

"Come quickly, take a look. She suddenly had a severe nosebleed and then fainted," Damien said, moving aside to give the doctor room.

The doctor carefully examined Emma. With timely treatment, her nosebleed had stopped, and she was breathing steadily, seemingly just asleep.

"Mr. Sterling, has Mrs. Turner been eating spicy food and staying up late recently?" the doctor asked.

Damien thought back. Indeed, Emma had been eating carelessly and staying up late to revise lesson plans for the kids. Her relentless effort made him both proud and worried.

He nodded to the doctor.

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, confident in his diagnosis. "Mrs. Turner is just overheated and exhausted. She needs to eat light and get plenty of rest."

"Why did she faint, though?" Damien asked anxiously.

"Well..." The doctor hesitated.

"I have a bit of a blood phobia," Emma’s weak voice interrupted.

Everyone in the room turned to her.

Emma, awakened by the bright lights, had heard Damien’s question.

"Mrs. Turner! Are you feeling better?" Mrs. Harris asked, deeply concerned.

Emma tried to sit up but lacked the strength.

"Take it slow," Damien said, moving to support her.

"I’m fine now, don’t worry. Mrs. Harris, could you make me some porridge?" Emma asked with a sweet smile, though her face was pale and bloodless.

"Of course!" Mrs. Harris said, relieved, and hurried downstairs.

After giving Emma some advice and prescribing vitamin C, the doctor left.

"You scared me to death," Damien said, stroking Emma’s soft cheek with his large, comforting hand.

She managed a faint, warm smile despite her exhaustion.