Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 88: Who Has the Dirty Mind?

Chapter 88: Who Has the Dirty Mind?

Rather than attributing any allure to himself, it was this woman who had given him a kind of attraction he had never felt before.

Yet, Damien Sterling was never willing to admit this.

Under Damien Sterling’s intense gaze, it didn’t take long for Emma Hart’s face to flush red.

To avoid letting Damien see her somewhat embarrassed state, Emma turned around and awkwardly said, "I’m going to check on Bailey."

"Have you lost your memory? You just came back a minute ago," Damien retorted. As he spoke, he strode towards the bathroom, casually throwing over his shoulder, "Get me some fresh clothes, will you?"

Emma stood there, dazed, marveling at how composed this man always seemed to be.

Despite her words, she found herself heading to the wardrobe inside the room, smoothly picking out Damien’s pajamas and underwear, all needed for changing.

It wasn’t until she turned around with the items in hand that Emma realized what she was doing, looking down at the clothes in her hands...

She was internally criticizing Damien for his calm instructions to serve him for a bath, yet here she was, expertly completing the task.

Emma placed the clothes on the table, and just as she was about to turn away, the man commanded, "Come in!"

Emma’s body shivered. Was he serious? He was in the shower, and he wanted her to go in?

What for? Did he need someone to scrub his back? What else could it be?

As Emma’s thoughts wandered, Damien, already growing impatient, called out again, "You’ve already taken a shower, haven’t you?"

The question... what did it imply?

Emma couldn’t help but steer Damien’s question towards certain implications.

At that moment, she thought about stepping out to check on Bailey downstairs, anything to get her out of the room.

"Are you deaf?" the man urged impatiently.

Just as Emma was pondering her escape, Damien, with a trail of steam following him, grabbed Emma and pulled her into the bathroom.

Emma was so frightened she dared not even open her eyes.

"Are you afraid my physique will scare you?" Such a remark could only come from the shamelessly bold Damien Sterling.

"Hey, can you have a little shame?" Emma Hart retorted, too caught up in her response to remember to close her eyes, accidentally taking in the full view before her.

"Ah!" Emma screamed, shocked at the sight.

"This kind of treatment is what many women dream of."

"I’d rather leave that opportunity to those women who actually want it!"

Emma kept her eyes shut, turning her head away, her arm being pulled by Damien in an unknown direction, not missing a beat in their verbal sparring.

Damien yanked her arm, seemingly punishing Emma for her willful ignorance.

Perhaps his reward was witnessing a scene meant for adults only.

It wasn’t until the sound of running water filled the room that Emma slowly opened her eyes.

Clear water flowed from the tap, sprinkling droplets on her arm, while Damien’s hand enveloped hers, dropping soap onto her fingers to start scrubbing.

Was he washing her hands? And why did he have to make such a big show of it? She had thought...

"Washing hands?" Emma asked in a questioning tone, wondering if this was some kind of fetish for Damien.

It was said that wealthy people often had peculiar habits, and it seemed Damien Sterling was no exception.

"What else?" He responded, pausing before suddenly looking up at her with a mocking tone, "Don’t you know pregnant women need to abstain?"

"Hey, what did I say! I didn’t say anything! And besides, why don’t you consider your actions?" Emma instantly felt the embarrassment of being misunderstood.

Damien diligently spread the soap between each of Emma’s fingers, then placed her hand under the tap, adjusting the water temperature before abruptly pulling her hand under the flow.

"From now on, don’t get into my bed without washing your hands after touching the dog!" He stated sternly and authoritatively.

Oh, she would love that!

If she had known this was a way to be banned from his bed, Emma would have brought home a bunch of dogs by now.

She wished she could just sleep with a dog in her arms every.

Under the meticulous cleaning of Damien Sterling, a man with a penchant for cleanliness, Emma Hart felt her hands might just be scrubbed raw.

"Are we done?" she asked, waving her hands in front of Damien after he finished, hoping to avoid being pulled back for another round.

"If you want to keep washing, I don’t mind," he replied.

"I mind," Emma said, turning to head towards the plush bed.

For some reason, the sleeplessness that had plagued her for days seemed to vanish with her mood today, and all she could think about was collapsing into that big bed for a well-deserved rest.

Emma did just that, and by the time Damien emerged from the bathroom, she was already asleep at the edge of the bed.

Damien looked at her peculiar position, half her body dangling off the bed, and wondered if it was safe for the baby.

Approaching, he planned to lift her entirely onto the bed, noticing her exhaustion and the paleness of her face from days of insomnia.

Feeling a pang of sympathy for her, he was relieved she was finally sleeping peacefully and gently picked her up.

Emma, half-asleep, caught a glimpse of Damien’s face, causing him to soften his movements even more, afraid of waking her completely.

"Sleep well," he whispered, his voice low and soothing, lulling Emma back to sleep.

Once she was deeply asleep again, Damien carefully lifted her, mindful not to let her sleep in that awkward position all night, which could lead to discomfort or a cold.

As soon as he placed her on the bed, Emma instinctively grabbed his arm and used it as a pillow.

Frozen in place with his arm under her head, Damien stayed still, his body tensed, as if caught in a gentle trap he couldn’t escape from.

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