Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 81: Just Wanting to Hold Breath

Chapter 81: Just Wanting to Hold Breath

Damien Sterling watched Emma Hart closely, but she still struggled to eat much.

In the end, Damien didn’t push her too hard. In fact, when Emma was having a hard time eating, Damien took the spoon from her hand.

"If you can’t eat, then don’t."

Emma was taken aback, not expecting Damien to be so reasonable. She looked at the dishes on her plate, recalling Damien’s words about the child in her belly needing nourishment.

Even though Damien across from her had already stopped urging her to eat, Emma still picked up the spoon and took a few sips of soup. After realizing she truly had no appetite, she finally put the spoon down.

Damien saw this, recognizing her stubbornness. It seemed she was determined to oppose him; the more he asked her not to do something, the more she insisted on doing it.

If that was the case, he thought, perhaps he should start doing the opposite of what he actually wanted.

After a long day, coupled with the heavy makeup and hair products to maintain her hairstyle, Emma looked exhausted. The thick makeup couldn’t hide her fatigue.

Damien noticed this and felt a pang of sympathy, but he suddenly stood up and with a tone of disdain, said, "You’re all dirty, don’t get into my bed like that."

Emma was perplexed. What did he mean by not getting into his bed? It’s not like she was eager to do so. Did this man have some sort of delusion?

Mrs. Harris approached, asking softly, "Miss Emma, shall I draw a bath for you?"

Emma didn’t say anything, merely nodding her head. She felt too drained to move any part of her body, even her hair strands.

The weariness in her body and soul was overwhelming.

The sound of running water filled the room as Mrs. Harris emerged from the steamy bathroom, holding a white towel, "Miss Emma, the bath is ready. Do you need any help?"

Emma shook her head. She wasn’t so delicate that she needed assistance. She preferred to be alone anyway.

Mrs. Harris looked at Emma with pity. Today was supposed to be a joyous occasion for both of them, and despite the constant conflicts between them, Mrs. Harris believed that as a married couple, they could gradually work through their issues.

But seeing Emma now, Mrs. Harris began to doubt her own optimism. There was no trace of happiness on Emma’s face.

"Miss Emma, let me help you," Mrs. Harris said with concern, seeing how frail Emma seemed.

Emma stubbornly waved her hand, indicating for Mrs. Harris to leave her be.

Reluctantly, Mrs. Harris stepped back, leaving Emma to her solitude.

Mrs. Harris left the room, only to encounter Damien Sterling.

Just as she was about to speak, a gesture from Damien stopped her.

With a wave of his hand, Mrs. Harris nodded and headed towards the door.

Damien then silently made his way to Emma Hart’s side.

Emma stretched out her legs, her smooth and fair skin slipping into the water like a flawless lotus flower.

The moment she submerged, her body was enveloped in warmth—a physical sensation that couldn’t provide the emotional comfort she yearned for.

Emma longed for a warmth that touched her soul, but who could offer her that?

She gazed at the slowly flowing water, crystal clear, allowing her to see straight to the bottom of the tub. How wonderful it would be if her life could be as clear.

Suddenly, a thought struck her, and Emma plunged her head underwater, attempting to open her eyes in the liquid...

It felt as though someone had grabbed her by the neck, abruptly pulling her up.

Emma’s hair was completely drenched, and water dripped down her face.

Confused and angry, Emma turned to see who it was. Damien Sterling?

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing!" Damien’s eyes widened in anger as he asked.

"What can I be doing? I wanted to hold my breath. You know, holding your breath? Haven’t you ever played that as a child? What did you think I was doing?"

Emma wiped the water from her face, looking at Damien.

There was a moment of hesitation on his face, followed by an awkward pause...

Emma then realized Damien’s anxious reaction. Did he think she was attempting suicide? Surely, she wouldn’t choose such a foolish method.

Did Damien think her completely devoid of sense? She was just feeling very oppressed, as if there was a heavy stone on her heart. Emma wanted to use this drastic method to release her pent-up feelings.

Yet, this misunderstanding had occurred.

Wait, Emma suddenly remembered something. She looked down at herself and then hastily grabbed the "bubble bath" from beside the tub, pouring it into the water in a rush.

While pouring, she asked, "When did you come in? Can you please leave now?"

Damien Sterling found Emma Hart’s demeanor utterly amusing.

He marveled at whatever courage allowed her to maintain such an innocent facade before him, considering he knew her body more intimately than she knew herself.

"A mole beneath the third rib on your right side?" Damien pondered aloud, looking thoughtful before continuing, "And a heart-shaped birthmark, less than an inch in diameter, on the inside of your thigh?"

What? Emma leaned forward to check, realizing she had forgotten about that birthmark herself. This man...

Emma didn’t know how to react to him anymore. Yet, despite this, she wasn’t willing to expose herself so openly before him. "Even if you could count every hair on my head, could you please leave now?"

"What if I say no?" Damien’s indifferent tone pierced Emma’s ears, his scrutinizing gaze making her skin crawl, feeling utterly exposed and without refuge.

That was always his way—brazen. And against such brazenness, Emma felt defenseless.

Emma reached for a towel to step out of the bath, but Damien stepped forward and snatched it away.

"I’ll have Mrs. Harris come in to help you clean up before you go to bed."

"No need."

"Then I’ll help you." He stopped at the doorway, turning his back to Emma.

Hearing Damien’s suggestion, Emma quickly reconsidered. "Fine, let Mrs. Harris come."

She knew she couldn’t change what Damien had decided; arguing further might only prompt him to follow through with his offer.

Comparatively, Emma preferred to have Mrs. Harris assist her with the bath.

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