The President’s Stubborn Love

As an afterthought, Sherry was already driving Aaron’s car and running to the airport.

The man changed in the back seat, quickly, and the suit that was in the trunk had some slight creases, but they did not affect his erect figure in any way.

This is the man who has been by her side night after night for the past three years …

Images popped into Sherry’s head and she quickly coughed to find her thoughts.

Put your foot on the gas and head for the airport.

It was also at this point that a glint of what could be called satisfaction swept across the bottom of Aaron’s eyes.

He rarely rides in cars driven by other drivers, apart from the full-time driver, Sherry being the second after Eral.

He could also fairly assume that she drove the car well.

“When did you learn to drive?”

As far as he can remember, Sherry can’t do anything.

What could she do but please him in that way, at his mercy?

Oh, and counting people.

With a red light ahead, Sherry slammed on the brakes and the car stopped steadily, without even wavering, in front of the line.

“In college.” Sherry answered so.

True, but darkly uncovering a scar that is not quite ready to be remembered.

It was Monica who accompanied her to the lessons.

Sherry took a deep breath as she clutched the steering wheel, knowing full well that avoidance would not solve the problem, but every time she hit this hurdle, she lost the courage to cross it.

She raised her eyes to the rear view mirror and really wanted to ask Aaron as well.

How did he feel about what Nola had just said?

Were the three years of confinement, the things that had happened with her, really, just a punishment?

There is not so much as a hint of involvement with the others.

But she didn’t have the courage.

Especially when her eyes touched the man’s cold eyes, she immediately withdrew her eyes just as the light turned green and the car continued on its way.

She worked hard and kept overtaking.

Finally, it was within the time frame and in time.

Aaron stepped out of the car on long legs and tossed Sherry a, “Go get coffee.”

“Yes, Mr. Swift.”

Then, the people were received and returned to the hotel for dinner.

Then there was the endless wait.

Aaron and Addison were inside socializing, while she and Eral and the bodyguards stood at the door as doorkeepers.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Sherry’s feet were numb from standing.

She glanced gently at Eral and lowered her voice, “That …”

“Eleven o’clock at the earliest.”

Eral didn’t wait for her to ask before giving the answer.

Sherry nodded her head.

But if she remembered correctly, Aaron had been up a few big nights before, and had had a bad headache attack at work that day.

Sherry glanced at the closed door, “Eral, I’m going out for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

“Hurry up then.” Eral had just finished speaking when Sherry ran for the lift.

However, the meal ended earlier than they had expected.

Aaron walked out of the elegant room and politely and gently escorted Addison back to her room, not seeing Sherry following her on the way.

There was a vague glint of displeasure under his eyes.

“Mr. Swift, thank you so much for being so accommodating today when we had to change our tickets on short notice.”

“It’s part of the job, Night Group is very interested in working with your company, we’ll leave tomorrow morning to look at the site and you won’t be disappointed.” Aaron responded with aplomb.

His attitude pleased Addison.

“Good, I’m looking forward to it.”

The partnership is instrumental in transforming Night Group for the future, otherwise Aaron would not have put so much thought into it.

He had just finished dealing with this side of things when a call came in from the Group’s headquarters.

Glancing at the caller’s memo name, Aaron’s eyebrows raised.

With a look, Eral immediately led everyone away and pushed open the door to the next room.

The door closes and Aaron stands alone inside.

Fingers slide and press the answer button.

“The man received it, right? I had to go to a lot of trouble to convince the company directors to let you have this deal, so do it right and don’t make Dad angry.”

Aaron’s fingers clutched the phone and his tone was extremely cold.

“Yeah? I thought I fought for it myself.”

The person there paused for two seconds, “Also, how is your marriage to the Garcia Family being handled? I’ll be back in a few days and can bring you along to meet with the Garcia Family. Although the family doesn’t attach importance to your marriage, women in general, are not allowed to enter the Henry Family’s door.”

The man’s face is reflected in the window, and an unbounded hatred spreads in his eyes.

…

Sherry trotted back and received a message from Eral.

“Mr. Swift is staying in the penthouse suite tonight.”

She was busy going up in the lift. There was no one at the door, she saw the door open and shouted a few times, but no one answered.

“Could it be, another headache?”

Her heart fluttering, she quickened her pace and walked inside.

However, the lights in the room suddenly went out.

Before she could make a sound, she was yanked over with great force.

What followed was an embrace that made her immobile, the strong smell of alcohol on him and the weight of his entire body on top of hers.

Sherry felt a tightness in her throat and struggled to explain, “Mr. Swift, let go of me first, I’m just going out to get your medicine.”

She reached into her bag and struggled to get her headache tablets out.

But it was already too late.

Aaron’s head sank and he planted himself on the bed with her in his arms.

The words kept coming out of her mouth, “Why, why did you do this to me!”

“They were the ones who were ruthless and ended up leaving me and Monica to suffer through it all.”

“They’re mad, all of them.”

His hands clutched Sherry’s shoulders, harder and harder, almost as if he were trying to choke her body to pieces.

Sherry looked at the lights turned off overhead and remembered clearly that this had happened once before.

Aaron came back one night and hugged her as if she had gone mad like this, in agony, all night long, cursing viciously at someone.

Sherry’s shoulders seem to be tearing apart.

She fought the pain and slowly raised her hand.

One by one, patting him on the back.

“It’s okay, it’s all over, you’re safe and so is Monica.”

“You’re probably tired, rest first.”

The night was long and her voice was soft as the wind.

The man’s agitated emotions were smoothed out in this moment.

As if he had regained his senses, he inclined his head sideways and stared blankly at her face, just watching and not speaking.

Sherry was suddenly confused.

Last time, he had just fallen asleep and not looked at her like that.

Suddenly panicked, she was about to speak.

His kisses fell, over her lips, invading them a little.

“Don’t.”

But her resistance was squashed.

The night became ambiguous and amorous until he was too tired to move her and then he stopped.

Sherry stood barefoot in the bathroom, powerlessly turning on the tap.

Wash your face hard with cold water.

“Aaron, I probably owe it to you in my last life to be so humiliated and tortured by you in this one.”