Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 90: His Punishment

Chapter 90: His Punishment

Emma Hart couldn’t help it anymore.

Just as she turned to push Damien Sterling away to relieve the pressure on her stomach, at that moment, her self-control was almost non-existent.

It was something she couldn’t control.

"Ugh..." Emma looked up at Damien’s stern face, seeing the anger in his eyes.

She understood, anyone would be upset being vomited on.

Emma reached out, attempting to clean the mess on Damien’s clothes.

"Emma Hart!" Damien scolded her.

Startled, Emma trembled, forgetting her urge to vomit. All she hoped for now was that Damien’s temper wouldn’t flare up too much.

"I... it wasn’t intentional. If you hadn’t held me so tightly, I wouldn’t have lost control," Emma said weakly, taking responsibility for her lack of control.

"So, you’re blaming me?"

"Not entirely!" Emma turned her head away, not daring to meet Damien’s eyes, fearing he might want to devour her at that moment.

"Emma Hart!" Damien glared at her, incredulous that she was still arguing.

Seeing the situation, Mrs. Harris quickly brought some sand to cover the mess and tried to calm Damien, "Sir, Miss Emma didn’t do it on purpose. After all, she’s pregnant and sometimes things are just out of control."

Hearing Mrs. Harris’s words, Damien slowly calmed down, looking at Emma’s belly.

She was so slim that even a few months into her pregnancy, her belly was hardly noticeable. If it weren’t specifically mentioned, it would be hard to tell she was pregnant.

"The capital punishment can be spared, but you cannot escape the lesser punishment," Damien said coldly.

Emma looked up sharply, unable to believe she was hearing such words from Damien, who had such a modern face.

It was as if he considered himself an emperor from ancient times.

"The lesser punishment cannot be escaped," but Emma couldn’t imagine what Damien considered a "lesser punishment"...

Mrs. Harris, too, was anxious, fearing Damien might actually punish Emma. She listened carefully, ready to plead for leniency if the punishment seemed too harsh.

Covered in filth, Damien Sterling cleared his throat and turned his face away in disgust, as if by looking away, he could become blind to the mess on him.

Just like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, Emma Hart thought to herself.

"Emma Hart, I want you to memorize the location of every bathroom in this entire mansion!" Damien stated, each word serious and deliberate.

What? Emma couldn’t believe what she was hearing, looking up at Damien with a face so solemn it seemed more severe than any anger she had witnessed before. Could she have heard him wrong?

She couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Did this man really have no issues? Asking her to memorize all the mansion’s bathrooms?

Was he worried about her competing with him for the bathroom again, or did he want her to have a plan for the nearest escape route next time she felt nauseous?

"Do you think this punishment isn’t enough?" Damien had a knack for intimidation, and at this moment, Emma almost thought he was about to revoke his current punishment for a new one.

Emma quickly wiped the smile off her face, "No, no, I’m ready to accept this harsh punishment."

"Come upstairs with me."

"Huh?" Emma was momentarily stunned.

"Change out of these clothes."

"Oh, okay." Emma was no longer dumbfounded, reflecting on her recent act of vomiting on Damien with a touch of self-admiration.

Laughter kept escaping her as they ascended the stairs behind Damien.

"Emma Hart, if you laugh one more time, I promise the punishment won’t be as simple as memorizing the bathrooms in the mansion."

"No, no, I’m not..." Emma burst into laughter again, then quickly stifled it, "Mr. Sterling, please let me laugh for a bit. I promise it’s just for a little while, I won’t laugh afterward."

Damien looked at Emma’s brazen behavior, wondering if she had been spoiled too much by him.

How many women dared to act so freely in front of him? Most would strive to maintain their most ladylike demeanor.

He strode towards the bedroom, deciding to ignore Emma.

If she wanted to laugh, she could do so alone; he couldn’t stand the mess on him any longer.

Emma Hart finally stopped laughing and entered Damien Sterling’s room to help him remove his dirty clothes.

Damien couldn’t stand the sight of them any longer and demanded, "Throw them away immediately!"

"Such a waste? They can just be washed."

"I said throw them out!"

"Alright, alright, throwing them out!" Emma rolled her eyes at Damien, thinking how wasteful the wealthy could be.

Damien then showered, rushing into the bathroom to pour an assortment of shower gels into the water, eager to thoroughly mask any lingering odors on his body.

"Do you really need that much shower gel? You’ll attract butterflies next."

"Whose fault is this?" Damien glared at Emma, silently warning her not to say another word.

Emma knew all too well that if Damien weren’t busy washing off the scent, he would have skinned her alive by now.

After the morning’s turmoil, Damien was finally ready to leave.

Emma, having doused Damien with vomit, had been exceptionally well-behaved since, following him around closely, ready to see him off.

With his departure, this Chapter of the morning’s events could finally come to a close.

Bailey, having been out of sight for a while, suddenly appeared, barking happily at Emma, expressing its missed affection.

Emma gestured for Bailey to quiet down, and the dog affectionately rubbed against her legs.

Emma had figured out Bailey’s routine by now; the dog just wanted some head pats.

She squatted down to oblige, and Bailey obediently nudged its head into her hands. "Bailey, you’re really clingy."

Then, Damien cleared his throat, indicating his presence. Was this woman really showing such affection to a dog? Wasn’t she supposed to be seeing him off?

Hearing Damien Sterling’s cough, Emma Hart remembered something and got up, intending to bring Damien Sterling his clothes, but Damien Sterling stopped her.

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