Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 70: Pregnancy Cravings Gender Prediction

Chapter 70: Pregnancy Cravings Gender Prediction

Damian had already taken the menu, "Tell me what you’d like to eat, I’ll order it."

He flipped through the menu, his gaze occasionally drifting towards Emma, "What would you like?"

"Whatever you choose."

"Whatever I choose?" A flicker passed through Damian’s eyes, his long eyelashes fluttering against his deep irises, sparkling like obsidian.

Every girl who met his gaze felt their heart skip a beat, including Emma in that moment.

Emma diverted her gaze, determined not to show any more vulnerability, especially after what they had just been through.

She was torn between admiring the man for not holding grudges and condemning him for his shamelessness.

Meanwhile, Damian seemed utterly indifferent to Emma’s turmoil, leaning closer to her slightly flushed cheek, "If it’s up to me, I’d choose you."

His words sent a shiver down Emma’s spine, her eyes fixated on the shadows outside the window, dreading someone might enter.

What exactly did Damian mean by his words?

A peal of laughter echoed through the air as Damien Sterling looked at Emma Hart with a playful glint in his eyes.

He was always charmed by her bird-like, adorable nervousness. "What flavor are you in the mood for?" he asked with unexpected patience.

"Sour," Emma responded truthfully, her taste buds genuinely craving that very taste.

This answer amused Damien to no end, eliciting a new chuckle from him.

"Well, whether it predicts a boy or a girl, I’ll be happy either way," he joked, referencing the old wives’ tale that cravings can predict the gender of an unborn child.

Emma stared at Damien, dumbfounded, as he perfectly embodied the mood of an expectant father, creating a comically endearing scene.

"I’m sure Mr. Sterling, being an educated man, knows that such folk sayings like gender prediction based on cravings have no factual basis," she retorted.

Damien paused his actions, surprising Emma who thought she might have provoked a strong reaction, especially since she had just promised to be more compliant in his presence—yet here she was, contradicting him again on a whim.

"Speaking up more now, are we?" Instead of getting angry, Damien’s voice softened to an almost tenderly indulgent tone.

With a gentle tap on the menu, he ordered several sour and sweet dishes directly into the waiter’s ordering device.

Emma always found Damien’s personality and intellect distinctly different from others; his unpredictable nature could infuriate and delight her in equal measure.

Soon, Damien’s selected dishes arrived, with sour and sweet flavors dominating the table.

Emma was about to reach for the food, remembering that leaving such a feast untouched might land her in trouble for disobedience.

Anticipating her movement, Damien’s hand authoritatively pressed hers down, saying, "Your job is to keep warm; I’ll handle the rest."

What else was there to handle but eating? Wasn’t that the "rest"? Wait, what was he doing?

Emma’s eyes widened as she watched Damien pick up a piece of sweet and sour pork with his chopsticks, advancing it towards her lips.

Yes, he was feeding her!

"I’ll do it myself!" Emma Hart attempted to stop Damien Sterling’s motion before the piece of meat could reach her mouth.

However, Damien skillfully avoided Emma’s hand, and his expression darkened—a clear sign that he was not pleased with her refusal.

"Be good," he said, his tone urgent yet lacking in anger, more akin to a pretend scold between lovers. Emma obediently lowered her hand.

Next, Damien gave his instruction, "Open up."

"Ah..."

To her own surprise, Emma continued to comply.

After a few bites, Emma seized the opportunity to claim, "I’m full."

Damien ignored Emma’s protest, continuing to select dishes and stuff them into her mouth, balancing both meat and vegetables to his liking.

Halfway through the meal, Emma pleaded with almost a begging tone, "I really am full."

Damien scrutinized her, "Really?"

Emma nodded desperately, "Really."

After this exchange, Damien relentlessly crammed more food into Emma’s stomach until he was satisfied.

Looking at the chaos of dishes on the table, Emma’s belly was indeed bulging. "I really am full."

"Hmm, that’s more like it," Damien surveyed Emma again, noting her leaned-back posture and slightly protruded belly, though it was unclear if it was due to pregnancy or simply being full.

Emma truly felt overstuffed, "The doctor said pregnant women shouldn’t eat so much."

"It’s okay, we’ll go for a walk after this," Damien said calmly, already planning their next activity.

Sure enough, after the meal, they left the private dining restaurant for a quiet, lengthy path perfect for walking.

Emma was not particularly fond of exercise and rarely took such leisurely walks. She found herself struggling to keep up after just a few steps.

Damien turned to look at Emma, who had fallen behind, "Do you plan to spend every day in bed when you’re seven or eight months pregnant?"

"That would be great," Emma murmured.

"What?"

"I said I won’t," Emma forced out a smile, not quite natural and obviously perfunctory, too tired to entertain Damien any longer.

He might enjoy exercise, but why must he insist on dragging her along?

Behind them, the Bugatti crawled forward at less than twenty miles per hour, a total waste of its powerful engine and acceleration capabilities.

Emma Hart didn’t realize how crazily she had walked back with Damien Sterling until she found herself not feeling so exhausted anymore.

After taking a bath upon returning home, she was completely drained of energy, lying on the soft and comfortable bed, not wanting to get up again, quickly succumbing to sleepiness...

In the last moments before sleep took over, Emma found her thoughts drifting to one person. Ethan Turner, wondering how he was doing and longing to know, yet she dared not ask.

The next morning, Damien Sterling showed no signs of emotional fluctuation, his unusualness lying in his capacity for explosive emotions and rapid recovery, which was far from ordinary.

After breakfast, Damien left after giving a few special instructions. Soon after, the doorbell rang, and Mrs. Harris arrived with a team.

"Hello, we’re here to provide you with in-home private massage services," said a girl with a matching attitude, politely.