Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 59: Fear of Thunder

Chapter 59: Fear of Thunder

Emma only felt a severe headache gripping her. "I’m so cold," she murmured.

Swiftly, Damien shed his coat and draped it over Emma, pulling her closer as they moved towards the car.

The rain persisted, the black Maybach vanishing like a comet into the misty street’s end.

Leaning against Damien, Emma buried her head in his chest.

Her strength was fading, and despite her consciousness and the clear awareness of her proximity to Damien, an unwillingness tugged at her heart, but she was powerless to resist.

"Turn the heater up, maximum," Damien commanded, his voice tinged with restless concern. "And make it quick."

With his right hand comforting Emma, his left dialed a number. "Call Dr. Smith over!"

Dr. Smith, receiving the call, felt the urgency in Damien’s tone and rushed to the Sterling mansion, not daring to delay even in the stormy night.

Upon their arrival, the servants promptly opened umbrellas, creating a sheltered path into the villa.

Damien carried Emma in his arms, her body gradually warming and regaining consciousness.

Gazing at Damien’s profile, his appearance was strikingly flawless, every angle perfect.

Droplets of water adorned his resolute face. Held in Damien’s arms, Emma trembled slightly.

Being with Damien marked the most she’d been held since her childhood days in her mother’s embrace.

"You can put me down," Emma insisted, pulling herself from the mesmerizing allure of Damien’s striking features, undeniable to any woman with an eye for beauty.

"You won’t need to handle such matters personally in the future," Damien Sterling asserted with undeniable authority as he settled Emma Hart onto the living room sofa.

Mrs. Harris approached with ginger tea in hand, urging, "Miss Emma, please drink this while it’s hot. What happened?"

The soggy durian pastries sat conspicuously on the table, a clear testament to Emma’s venture in the rain.

Damien glanced at the pastries with a stern gaze directed at Emma, demanding, "Explain yourself, what happened?"

Mrs. Harris, observing Emma’s state, guiltily started to take responsibility, "Mr. Sterling, it’s my fault, the durian pastries..."

Aware that any blame on Mrs. Harris could lead to her punishment and leave Emma without a trusted ally in the villa—and recognizing that Mrs. Harris was truly blameless in the matter—Emma interrupted, ginger tea in hand.

She addressed Damien, "I overheard Mrs. Harris mentioning you liked durian pastries, so I went out to buy them. I didn’t expect the rain, and that’s why this happened."

The man paused, the anger in his eyes slowly dissipating.

"Really?" He wondered if this woman was trying to please him.

Had she changed her tune so quickly, or was she hiding something?

His sources hadn’t reported any anomalies about her, unless she was exceedingly cunning.

"Yes, really," Emma responded, avoiding Damien’s piercing gaze, those all-seeing eyes. She dared not lie to him.

To cover her fib, she hurriedly opened the now-damp package of pastries on the table, revealing the slightly moist contents inside. "They got wet in the rain."

Holding a slightly damp piece of durian pastry, Emma Hart looked at it with a pang of distress.

After all, she had stood in line for so long to buy it, and it had endured so much hardship along with her. The thought alone was disheartening.

Suddenly, Damien Sterling drew closer and gently took hold of Emma’s slender wrist, guiding it towards his lips.

Before Emma could react, the soggy durian pastry had already been graciously accepted into Damien’s mouth.

"The flavor is quite unique," Damien remarked with a hint of surprise.

Even Mrs. Harris, standing nearby, was taken aback.

Damien was known for his meticulous and selective taste in food, and yet, he had just consumed a rain-drenched pastry, leaving everyone around him utterly astonished.

"Why... why would you eat that?" Emma asked, equally bewildered.

"Wouldn’t I be disregarding your kindness if I didn’t?" he replied.

Emma felt trapped. If she were to explain that it was Mrs. Harris who had requested the pastry, then Mrs. Harris might face repercussions.

But if she remained silent, Damien might conceitedly assume the gesture was an attempt to curry favor with him.

Ultimately, Emma chose to endure in silence, letting him bask in his vanity.

After Dr. Smith’s examination, he found nothing seriously wrong, advising only that Emma rest early and take care to maintain her health.

Back in her room, the rain showed no signs of abating.

The droplets grew heavier, incessantly drumming against the window.

The sound of thunder from outside sent shivers down Emma’s spine, and she retreated under the covers for comfort.

"It’s okay to hide under the covers... it’s going to be alright," Emma whispered to herself, seeking solace in her own reassurances.

The door suddenly swung open, and Damien Sterling entered, cradling his laptop.

He had heard Dr. Smith’s instructions and hadn’t intended to disturb Emma Hart’s rest, yet somehow, he found himself stealthily entering her room.

A bundle on the bed was trembling visibly.

Damien’s brows knitted in concern as he swiftly approached. Was there another problem?

"Emma Hart?" he called out.

Pulling back the covers, he found Emma buried face down in her pillow, hands covering her ears.

Damien looked puzzled for a moment, then a peal of thunder rolled in from outside, and he couldn’t help but chuckle.

This stubborn woman, always so strong-willed, pretending to fear nothing, was actually frightened of thunder.

The thought brought a smile to Damien’s usually stern face, finding it both amusing and endearing.

"You’re afraid of thunder?" Damien teased gently.

Emma lifted her head, glaring at Damien. How dare he mock her? She refused to show any sign of weakness in front of him.

"I’m not scared at all!" she asserted.

"Boom!"

"Ah!" Emma’s scream coincided with the thunder, and in a swift motion, she dove into Damien’s arms, her hands clasping around his waist.

Taken aback by her sudden movement, Damien’s hands hovered in mid-air, his usual composure rattled by this unexpected side of her.

Emma’s reaction couldn’t help but curve Damien’s lips into a smile.