Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 51: Indulging Her to the Skies

Chapter 51: Indulging Her to the Skies

Emma, clutching Mrs. Harris’s hand, guided her to the sofa. "Mrs. Harris, tell me, your return is because..."

"Sir came to see me yesterday, sent someone early this morning to bring me back, insisting I return to take proper care of Miss Emma," Mrs. Harris explained with evident joy.

The compensation she received working for the Sterling family far surpassed any job outside, but more importantly, Mrs. Harris genuinely worried about Emma’s well-being.

"He asked you to come back?" Emma inquired, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Yes, indeed. Sir expressed concern about my well-being, saying the other staff would be at my disposal."

"He made me promise to take exceptional care of you, Miss Emma. He really does think highly of you," Mrs. Harris remarked, scrutinizing Emma’s face with concern.

Mrs. Harris’s affection for Emma was akin to that for her own daughter.

Noticing Emma’s frail appearance, she commented with a tinge of sorrow, "You’ve lost weight."

"Sir mentioned your severe morning sickness recently, how you’ve struggled with eating and sleeping."

Emma responded,"It’s alright, Mrs. Harris. It’s a relief just having you back."

Strangely enough, Mrs. Harris’s meticulously prepared meals genuinely alleviated Emma’s discomfort.

In the afternoon, Emma made a call to her mother.

"Mom, are you feeling better?"

"Yes, dear. Mr. Sterling has taken care of all the medical bills. I’ll be discharged in a few days."

"That’s good to hear," Emma replied, ending the call with a sense of relief but a heavy heart.

As evening approached, Damien Sterling returned punctually.

At the dinner table, Emma slowly slid a bank card across the table towards Damien.

Pausing, Damien glanced at Emma, puzzled. "What’s this about?"

"It’s some savings I’ve put aside. I’m not sure if it’s enough for my mother’s hospital bills," Emma said, lacking confidence, aware that the amount might indeed be insufficient.

Damien’s gaze swept over Emma, a scoff escaping his lips.

"So, you intend to repay me for all your mother’s hospital expenses, your brother’s tuition fees, and every other expense related to you?"

Emma Hart paused for a moment before responding softly, "I’ll repay you for everything in the future."

Damien Sterling’s words were laced with disdain and certainty, his lips curling into a mesmerizing yet slightly tender smirk.

"Just focus on delivering this child safely, and I’ll write off your debts. Moreover, I’ll provide you with even more."

In a secluded corner room, accessible only through a quiet corridor and known to few, a man wearing a hat entered.

The room was so well-hidden, it would go unnoticed without a deliberate meeting arranged.

Inside, a woman lounged elegantly, her slender fingers adorned with strikingly bright nail polish.

She applied her lipstick with grace, pausing only when the man entered.

Without haste, she inquired, "Any new leads?"

"The woman associated with Mr. Sterling is over three months pregnant."

The woman’s actions froze abruptly, her grip tightening on the lipstick and mirror.

Her bright eyes darkened instantly with burgeoning loathing.

Clenching her teeth anxiously, she demanded, "Are you certain?"

The man nodded affirmatively.

"Whose child is it?" the woman asked, striving to contain the fury in her heart.

"This..." The man hesitated, "It’s impossible to determine." He bowed his head deeply.

Displeased, the woman glanced at him, then casually pulled out a stack of bills from her wallet.

After a moment’s pause, she drew another stack, "Keep this secret and continue the investigation!"

Tossing the money towards the man, she stood up to leave.

The man, wearing a subservient smile, reached for the cash.

As he made to follow her, the woman stopped him, instructing cautiously, "Leave an hour after me."

"Yes," the man replied, not daring to utter another word, respectfully watching the woman exit the room.

Inside the villa, Mrs. Harris entered the room in a fluster.

"What’s the matter, Mrs. Harris?" asked Emma.

Mrs. Harris’s face lit up with joy. "Miss Emma, please get ready. The master said he’ll come to pick you up shortly."

"Pick me up?" Emma set aside the magazine she was reading.

She had started to adapt to her monotonous daily routine and Damien Sterling’s all-day schedule.

It wasn’t even noon yet. Why was he coming to pick her up?

"Please get ready, Miss Emma. I reckon the master will be here any minute, and you know he doesn’t like to wait."

"Alright," Emma replied as she stood up and casually picked out an outfit.

Even without adornments, her natural beauty shone through, outshining many heavily made-up women.

As Emma stood at the doorstep, Damien Sterling’s black Bugatti pulled up.

Damien didn’t get out of the car. Instead, the driver respectfully opened the door, and Emma got in.

Damien, engrossed in his laptop, seemed oblivious to Emma’s entry as he continued to handle some business matter.

The saying ’time is money’ was fully embodied by Damien Sterling, with every second potentially sealing a multimillion-dollar deal.

After a while, Emma carefully broke the silence, "Where are we going?"

Damien didn’t look up from his computer.

"You’ll see soon enough," he replied, seemingly undisturbed by the question as he continued to scrutinize the email with narrowed, thoughtful eyes.

The car came to a halt, and the pair stepped out into the elevator amidst a welcoming crowd.

The elevator ascended directly to the second floor.

The opulent décor dazzled Emma’s eyes, and the array of neatly arranged stores came into view, each bearing the name of a world-renowned luxury brand.

This is the city’s most luxurious shopping center, home to every major brand from around the globe.

The attendants swarm around Damien Sterling, a testament to their accustomed treatment of VIP clients.

Emma, too, is surrounded by staff, her demeanor slightly awkward as she inquires, "What are we doing here?"

"Shopping," Damien replies with laconic clarity.

Emma’s question is admittedly naive—Damien Sterling is hardly the type to visit a mall just to enjoy the air conditioning.

"Are you shopping?" Emma asks, puzzled.

The brands Damien typically patronizes are far beyond the ken of a girl from an ordinary family.

Surely he isn’t expecting her to act as a consultant? Or maybe to carry his shopping bags? Or perhaps even to serve as an attendant?

Her speculations grow more far-fetched by the moment.