Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 48: Sophia Greenwood

Chapter 48: Sophia Greenwood

Sophia Greenwood strolled into Damien Sterling’s office, her presence casting an air of allure and authority.

Her high heels clicked rhythmically against the marble floor, echoing her confidence.

"How come you have time to stop by?" Damien’s swift motion didn’t escape Sophia’s perceptive gaze.

She caught a fleeting glance at the computer screen, sensing Damien was concealing something.

Business secrets, perhaps, she mused, brushing off the curiosity.

Sophia glanced back at the office door, catching the curious and gossiping eyes of the secretaries peeking through the gap.

Their envious gazes only fueled her satisfaction.

She is their unattainable existence.

"Damien, it’s been ages since we had lunch together. There’s a new Japanese restaurant across the street. Shall we give it a try?"

Sophia’s voice carried a hint of coquettish charm.

"Sure," Damien responded promptly.

Sophia paused, slightly taken aback by his uncharacteristic readiness.

Her surprise quickly morphed into delight. "Great, I’ll wait for you downstairs after work."

"Alright," Damien answered coldly.

A triumphant smile played on Sophia’s lips.

She knew that despite all the fleeting distractions in Damien’s life, she was his inevitable destination. This belief made her grin even wider.

"Have you finished your work?" Damien’s gaze was deep and inscrutable, sending a chill down Sophia’s spine.

"Ah, right away," she said, regaining her composure.

Sophia walked out, her head held high, her hair casually tossed, exuding an air of disdain as she passed the cluster of meticulously dolled-up secretaries.

It was as if she was asserting her dominance, affirming her unique place in Damien Sterling’s world.

...

In the villa, the sunlight streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a warmth that was just right, not too harsh nor too dim.

It was the kind of weather that typically uplifted spirits, yet within these walls, Emma Hart felt an overwhelming sense of oppression.

Her pregnancy-induced nausea seemed to worsen by the day, leaving her with a desire to simply lie in bed, motionless.

The maid brought in lunch, but the mere scent of the food triggered Emma’s gag reflex.

She barely managed to suppress the urge to vomit, leaning heavily against the bed, her movements sluggish and labored.

"Why are you giving your mom such a hard time?" she muttered to herself, her hand instinctively resting on her belly, addressing the little one growing inside.

Even Emma was taken aback by her own words.

For the first time since learning of her pregnancy, she felt a profound connection to the life growing inside her.

Before, the baby was just a concept, an abstract idea represented by text on a medical report.

But now, the severe morning sickness made her acutely aware of the tiny being that shared her blood and flesh.

Gazing out the window, Emma’s mind wandered to the world beyond these confining walls.

She thought of the cloudless skies, the gentle ripples on a serene lake, the majestic waves of the ocean, towering skyscrapers, adorable animals, and all the beauty that life had to offer.

How could she so cruelly deny this unborn child the chance to experience the world?

How could she let it leave without ever having seen it?

In that moment, Emma’s heart softened completely.

No matter what kind of father Damien Sterling might be, it did not justify robbing their child of its life.

Feeling a newfound strength coursing through her, Emma Hart was suddenly overcome with a protective instinct for the little life inside her.

"Get me something to eat," she called out.

The maid hurried in.

For some reason, the maid couldn’t help but notice that Emma Hart seemed different now, not quite the same person she had seen before.

"Miss Emma, what would you like to eat?"

...

At the Japanese restaurant, nestled in the city’s most expensive district, where every square inch was worth its weight in gold, sat the Sterling Group building.

This district, developed by the Sterling Group, was home to world-renowned brands in dining and retail, reflecting the Group’s prestigious status.

The restaurant, with its lavish decor, exuded an authentic Japanese inn atmosphere. Each dish was made with ingredients flown in directly to maintain peak freshness.

Sophia Greenwood played with her hair, biting her cherry lips, raising an eyebrow as she pushed a piece of sashimi towards Damien Sterling.

"Damien, try this," she urged flirtatiously.

Unfortunately, Damien’s attention seemed more focused on the sashimi than on Sophia’s playful gestures.

She felt a twinge of annoyance, wondering why Damien always seemed so distracted.

Damien dabbed his mouth elegantly with a napkin, glancing at his watch.

His thoughts were with the woman back at the villa – the one who never ceased to cause worry.

Had she eaten properly?

He had stayed away from the villa recently, needing space from her and hoping she’d reflect on her own.

Yet, he found himself missing her.

Standing up, Damien excused himself, "I need to take care of some work."

"But we haven’t finished eating," Sophia protested.

But Damien was already leaving, leaving Sophia stamping her foot in frustration.

In her agitation, she nearly twisted her ankle in her towering high heels.

...

Damien Sterling, upon returning to his office, tossed his coat aside with a casual flip and immediately activated the surveillance monitor.

On the screen, the woman was dutifully eating her meal, an unusual sight that caused his usually furrowed brows to gradually smooth out.

Her every action seemed to have a strange hold on his emotions.

On the monitor, Emma Hart was eating heartily, her appetite apparently restored.

Damien felt a sense of relief and sank back into his office chair, his eyes reflecting a rare calmness, a soft smile even playing at his lips.

"Hmm..."

Suddenly, Damien leaned closer to the screen, his expression tensing.

Emma seemed to struggle with discomfort, pausing momentarily to steady herself before resuming her meal.

Despite her reluctance, she knew the nutrition was not just for her but also for the child growing inside her.

Thus, Emma continued her meal, eating with difficulty yet with a sense of fulfillment.

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