Overbearing CEO's Contract Love
Chapter 238: The Voyeur

Chapter 238: The Voyeur

By the time Emma Hart had moved the stack of files to the storage room, beads of sweat had formed on her forehead. Making two trips was beginning to wear her down.

Sophia Greenwood, standing nearby, shamelessly said, "Oh, my apologies, I just remembered that these actually need to go back to the conference room."

Despite being in the storage room, there were still people passing by in the hallway, and Emma struggled to contain her anger. Was Sophia blatantly trying to torment her?

Emma stood up, looking at the items on the floor, debating whether to endure further and take them back or to... She turned around, thinking, why should she put up with this?

A smile crept onto Emma’s face as she approached Sophia, who was used to Emma’s usual compliance. Seeing Emma coming towards her felt unexpectedly intimidating.

Emma walked up close to Sophia, glanced down at her own belly to ensure Sophia noticed, then looked up and whispered, "Miss Greenwood, I can move these, but I’m worried about the toll it might take on the child I’m carrying. If you insist on this, I wouldn’t mind discussing with Mr. Sterling how his family’s future heir is being treated."

With that, Emma turned to bend down and gather the files, but Sophia’s expression changed dramatically, "Wait a minute!"

Sophia, furious yet speechless, knew she lacked what Emma had: Damien Sterling’s child, which made him dote on Emma. Emma’s words were spot-on; even if that man didn’t care for Emma, the child she carried was her ultimate leverage.

Sophia bit her lip, glaring furiously at Emma, the rage burning inside her, yet she dared not unleash it.

"Fine, Emma Hart, you’re tough, but one day I’ll make you cry," Sophia spat viciously, turning on her high heels.

Emma scoffed, tired of being the bigger person while Sophia pushed her limits. This wasn’t her fault anymore, was it?

As Sophia stormed off, Emma placed her hands on her hips and called out, "Ms. Greenwood, shall I just leave these here then?"

Exhausted, Emma Hart leaned against the wall to catch her breath, muttering about the toll the two trips had taken on her. Unable to resist, she lovingly stroked her belly, whispering to her unborn child, "Baby, mom is really going through a lot for you."

Behind her, Amelia Davidson approached, "What’s wrong? Sophia Greenwood looked trouble from the start. What did she do this time?"

Amelia glanced at the files on the floor and kicked them aside in frustration, "She’s always pulling the same tricks. Wait till I run my own company; you won’t have to suffer like this anymore."

"It’s okay," Emma reassured her, even though Amelia seemed more upset than she was.

After a short while, Amelia took a phone call and had to leave. "Emma, I’ve got to go. Make sure you nail that design! Keep it up!" she said, striding away in her high heels.

Emma watched her go, aspiring to one day be as carefree as Amelia. With a gentle smile, she returned to her desk, diving back into her design work. Suddenly, someone called out, "Miss Emma."

Without looking up, Emma responded, "What is it?"

"Mr. Sterling would like to see you upstairs."

Still focused on her screen, Emma absentmindedly asked, "Which Mr. Sterling?"

"It’s... Mr. Sterling."

Emma suddenly realized they meant Damien Sterling! She looked up, wide-eyed, at Damien’s assistant.

"Oh, right, I’ll be there in a moment," she said, her attention having been completely absorbed by her work.

Following the assistant upstairs, Emma noticed that everyone in the design department was busy with their own tasks, paying no mind to her departure.

In the office, Damien stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, holding a glass of water, looking out with a commanding air, as if he ruled over all he surveyed. His posture by the window could have been mistaken for imperial, assuming a sovereign’s stance.

However, the view was indeed breathtaking; the skyline with its towering buildings gave a sense of dominating the landscape. Damien’s impeccably tailored suit and meticulously groomed hair, which never seemed out of place, added to his distinguished appearance. His casual pose, one hand in his pocket, might have seemed outdated on someone else, but on him, it always looked as if he had stepped out of a fashion magazine.

Emma was captivated by his silhouette, wishing she could watch a little longer, despite seeing him every day. She still couldn’t get enough.

Emma Hart’s gaze lingered on Damien Sterling as he turned with a white porcelain cup in hand, sipping his rich coffee. The aroma mingled with the steam in front of him, his eyes lowered, his long lashes fluttering—an envy of many women. It seemed unjust that one man could embody such perfection, with his handsome features and a mix of firm yet gentle beauty.

Spinning around smoothly, he asked, "What are you looking at?"

"Looking at a handsome guy!" Emma retorted, a bit miffed that his comment had shattered her daydreams. For some reason, Damien’s appearance and personality always gave Emma two starkly contrasting impressions.

For Emma, Damien was someone to be admired from a distance, not approached.

She walked over to the sofa with a lazy grace, stretching languidly before sitting down. Many women tried to act poised and graceful in front of Damien Sterling, but Emma never cared for such pretenses. Exhausted, she slumped into the chair like a tomboy, truly spent.

Noticing Emma’s fatigue, he commented, "Too tired to even get up and move around?"

"What’s the use? If I move around, I won’t get my designs finished."

After her remark, Emma noticed Damien’s expression darken—she had spoken out of turn again...

One reason he didn’t want her at work was exactly because he feared it was too taxing for her. Now she had probably reignited his resolve not to let her come to work.

"Well... I’m not really that tired, just been sitting for too long," Emma carefully explained, trying to lighten his mood. After a pause, she added, looking up to gauge his reaction and seeing his continued stern expression, "Actually... I did get up and move around a bit."

Emma looked at Damien, who still wore an unimpressed expression.

She was right, wasn’t she? He seemed to think she was lying. Sophia Greenwood had already tormented her enough today, making her shuttle back and forth with files until she sweated. Didn’t that count as exercise?

"I really did exercise!" Emma exclaimed, seeing that Damien was still not convinced.

"Carrying files back and forth?" Damien asked coldly, "Is that all?"

"How did you know?" Emma asked, puzzled. Did this man have a sixth sense?

Damien walked to his desk and turned one of the computer screens toward her. For the first time, Emma saw that it displayed live footage from the design department.

"Voyeur!" Emma scoffed disdainfully. It seemed she was under his watchful eye even at the company. Fortunately, the camera clarity wasn’t sharp enough to strip her of all privacy, but for Damien, it seemed he preferred her to be entirely transparent before him.