Overbearing CEO's Contract Love-Chapter 49: The Obedient Woman
In the evening, as the maid returned from grocery shopping, she casually mentioned having seen Mrs. Harris near a marketplace. ๐๐ป๐๐ฎ๐๐๐๐๐ค๐ซ๐ฎ๐.๐ฌ๐๐ข
Emma, having developed a bond with Mrs. Harris during their time together, realized with a pang of guilt that she didnโt even have Mrs. Harrisโs phone number.
Upon hearing the maidโs mention of Mrs. Harris, Emma inquired, "Mrs. Harris? Where is she? Has she found a new job?"
The maid frowned slightly, "It looked like Mrs. Harris. She was picking up vegetable leaves off the ground at the market."
"What?" Emma sank onto the sofa, clutching its arm.
She knew Mrs. Harrisโs family was not well-off and how much she had valued her job at the villa.
The thought of Mrs. Harris reduced to collecting discarded vegetable leaves filled Emma with an overwhelming sense of remorse.
...
"Miss Emma, your phone is ringing," the housemaid said, handing Emma her phone.
It was her grandmother again.
"Hello, Grandma," Emma said, her voice revealing her tolerance limit, her face a mask of indifference.
"Emma, your mother is in the hospital! The doctors say they wonโt operate without money. What are we going to do? Iโm so worried!"
"What? What happened to Mom? Which hospital is she in?" Emma panicked, standing up from the sofa, gripping the phone tightly.
"Your mom was hit by a car while she was out shopping. Sheโs still unconscious."
Fuming, Emma shouted, "Grandma, canโt you make the deposit first? Save Mom!"
"I... I donโt have the money," the grandmother said with feigned innocence.
Emma abruptly ended the call.
Her grandmother would never part with a dime to save her motherโs life unless it benefited her brother.
It was as if, except for her brother, no one else mattered in the Hart family.
Emma grabbed her coat, ready to rush out, but the bodyguards blocked her, obeying only Damien Sterlingโs commands and not allowing her to leave, no matter how much she pleaded.
In desperation, Emma picked up her phone, her hands trembling so much she could barely dial.
Her eyes scanned the screen swiftly, searching for Damien Sterlingโs name.
Damien was in a meeting when his phone rang.
He stood up, leaving everyone behind as he stepped out.
"Hello?"
"Let me out, please let them let me go. My mom has been hit by a car, and my grandma wonโt pay for her surgery..."
"You can go out," Damienโs voice, cold as ice, pierced through the phone.
Emma knew what that tone meant. There were conditions attached.
"Iโll do anything you say."
"Be obedient for me!"
That had always been Damien Sterlingโs condition for Emma.
As long as she complied, he would fulfill all her requests.
Emma Hartโs tears betrayed her, streaming down her cheeks.
She lacked the leverage to negotiate terms with him, at least for now.
After a moment of silence, her eyes laden with infinite sorrow as if she was handing her fate over to a merciless executioner.
She acquiesced, "Okay, I agree."
"Good, Iโll take care of your motherโs situation," Damien Sterling assured her.
Though still uneasy, Emma was aware of Damienโs capabilities.
His reach was vast, and a matter as trivial as this was nothing to him.
In the anxious wait that followed, several days later, Damien finally returned one evening.
Hearing the sounds outside, Emma rushed to the door just in time to see the man, flawless in appearance and stature, ascend the stairs.
Each step he took seemed to intensify the overpowering aura surrounding him, like a tempest or a deity of the night.
As Damien approached, his towering figure loomed over Emma.
Looking down at her, his gaze flickered briefly before he commented in his cool voice, "Why arenโt you wearing shoes?"
Only then did Emma notice her bare feet.
Her haste had made her forgetful.
She wanted to know about her motherโs condition.
Her feet awkwardly entwined, she looked up, but before she could speak, Damien swiftly scooped her up.
His actions were quick and assertive, leaving no room for Emmaโs reaction or resistance.
However, the floor was covered with a luxurious cashmere carpet that surely wouldnโt harm her even if she walked on it for half an hour.
Was he overreacting by insisting on carrying her for such a short distance?
But this was Damien Sterlingโs way.
His woman, if he chose, could be pampered to the skies.
The only condition was obedience.
Emma Hart was gently placed on the bed.
Half-kneeling, she reached out to Damien Sterling, not sure if it was the damp and cold air outside or something else.
But the moment her hand brushed against Damienโs clothing, she felt an icy chill.
This man was just too hard to get close to.
"Howโs my mother doing?" Emma asked timidly, aware she shouldnโt doubt this manโs capabilities.
"Your mother just had a mild concussion. Sheโll be fine after a few days in the hospital for observation," Damien informed her.
Emmaโs hand slid down, a weight lifted off her heart, and she realized it was just another one of her grandmotherโs schemes.
Damien, absorbed in some document on his phone, commanded in a cold voice, "Take off my shirt."
Emma froze on the bed, bewildered. "What?"
She had heard him clearly but was unaccustomed to such tasks.
Take off his shirt?
Couldnโt he do it himself?
Damien glanced at her with a frown.
Emma lowered her head, slowly rising from the bed to stand in front of Damien.
His broad chest contrasted starkly with her slender frame, making her seem like she was nestled against him.
Hesitantly, her fingers touched his slightly trembling Adamโs apple, cautiously undoing each button.
The coolness of her touch on his feverish skin, coupled with the intimate proximity and the contrast between cold and hot sensations, made Damienโs throat bob more pronouncedly.
With a flick, Damien tossed his phone onto the bed, grasped Emmaโs timid fingers, and with his other hand, authoritatively encircled her waist.
With a firm pull, she was compelled to draw closer to him.
