Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 22: Covetous Love

Chapter 22: Covetous Love

The chauffeur, poised in front of the sleek black Audi, opened the door with a practiced ease. Damien Sterling stepped out, his legs as statuesque as those of a runway model.

Damien Sterling casually adjusted his collar, lifting his head with an air of confidence, his gaze serene yet profound, reminiscent of a path leading into a dark, foreboding forest.

For a moment, there was no movement inside the car.

Damien stopped, his almond-shaped eyes slightly trembling, half-turning his cheek, his voice deep and resonant, "Aren’t you getting out?"

Inside the car, Miss Emma Hart shivered from the icy coldness in his voice alone, his indifference always suffocating.

Mrs. Harris, waiting at the door for some time, hurriedly prepared slippers as she saw Damien Sterling approaching the villa.

She couldn’t hide her surprise at the sight of Miss Emma Hart following him.

It was unprecedented for any woman to visit Damien’s villa, let alone return a second time.

"Mrs. Harris, please take good care of her," Damien instructed.

"Certainly, Mr. Sterling," Mrs. Harris responded, nodding while giving Miss Emma a discerning once-over.

Though Miss Emma was naturally beautiful, she didn’t quite stand out like the women from the entertainment industry and high society.

"She’s pregnant," Damien suddenly revealed as he reached the staircase, clearing any doubts Mrs. Harris had.

Miss Emma looked down at her belly, feeling overwhelmed. While others basked in the joy of pregnancy, she could only see it as a burden.

Following Damien’s strict instructions, Mrs. Harris took great care of Miss Emma, treating his commands as if they were sacred.

"Miss Emma, are you hungry?" she inquired gently.

Miss Emma shook her head, her face expressionless, showing no interest in the people or the situation around her.

"Miss Emma, would you like to rest? I have prepared your nightwear. Would you prefer to go to Mr. Sterling’s room now, or later?" Mrs. Harris asked kindly.

Miss Emma’s gaze swept over the upstairs area. Going to Damien Sterling’s room? She preferred to keep her distance.

"Mrs. Harris, are there other rooms available? Could you arrange one for me? I tend to toss and turn in my sleep and wouldn’t want to disturb him," Miss Emma asked softly.

Mrs. Harris’s eyes flickered with uncertainty before she nodded, "Let me show you upstairs."

Emma Hart was surprised to see so many rooms on the second floor. Lowering her voice, she inquired, "Which one is Damien Sterling’s?"

Choosing the room farthest from Damien’s, Emma entered and promptly locked the door behind her.

In another room, Damien Sterling sat before his computer, drumming his fingers on the desk in impatience. Images of Emma kept floating in his mind.

Lighting a cigar from an elegant case, Damien’s enigmatic face appeared and disappeared in the swirls of smoke. Even his slightly furrowed brow exuded an alluring charm.

Exhaling a cloud of smoke did little to ease his troubled mind. The barely-touched cigar was soon crushed into the ashtray with a rough gesture.

In her sleep, Emma Hart vaguely felt a weight pressing down on her, wondering if it was the legendary "night hag" phenomenon.

The sensation of being caressed grew more distinct, carrying a warmth and wetness...

Emma jolted awake, her eyes meeting Damien Sterling’s piercing, cold, and predatory gaze in the darkness.

"How did you get in here?"

In the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, Emma clearly saw Damien’s lips curve into a sinister smile. "My house, and I wouldn’t be able to enter?"

With that, Damien buried his head in the nape of Emma’s neck.

It dawned on her that he was more fearsome than any ghost...