The President’s Stubborn Love

The door closed and Nola walked down the hotel corridor with a grimace on her face.

She had come on the earliest flight just to share a room with Aaron and had asked Islene to make all the arrangements.

Who knew she was so stupid?

I can’t believe I let the hotel give me the wrong room card.

Nola took the lift straight downstairs, grabbed her heated meal, and headed upstairs when she met Sherry, who was just leaving the restaurant.

Sherry frowned, it was bad luck to run into someone you didn’t want to run into this early in the morning.

“Stop, you are not allowed to tell Aaron what happened last night, and you are not allowed to take this opportunity to talk to him …”

“Nola, you have time to warn me here, you might as well mind the people you’ve bribed yourself.” Sherry’s eyes blazed, not surprised to see the panic that swept under Nola’s eyes.

“I’m not you and I’m not going to try to pounce on Aaron’s room.”

“…”

Nola was hit with a soft spot and her throat felt as bad as a fish spike.

The lift doors opened and closed and they both rode up together.

Nola looked at the plate in front of her and calculated.

“Sherry, let me advise you again to stay away from Aaron.”

Sherry glanced at her with a frown just as the lift doors opened and Sherry stepped out.

This is when Nola actually went out before her, and then the two collided and the whole plate tilted down.

The next thing I knew, the bowl of hot noodles in the soup was spilling over Nola’s elbow.

“Ah … it hurts Sherry, what are you doing!”

Aaron was in his room when he heard the noise and rushed over to see Nola’s entire arm burned.

She looked at him with teary eyes and said in a resigned voice, “Aaron, it hurts.”

She daintily raised her arms in a display of pity.

And it is no longer necessary to identify the culprit behind this.

The next moment, Sherry felt herself being watched by a blazing gaze, and she didn’t even have a chance to explain before Aaron yanked her over vigorously.

His cold eyes glowed with a chill, and a sentence ground out between his lips, “I thought you … let it go, I was high on you.”

His hand was extremely hard and Sherry felt her wrist break.

From an angle unseen by Aaron, Sherry sniggered, but in an instant, the smile disappeared without a trace.

Sherry’s body shivered slightly, she knew Aaron all too well at this point, he wouldn’t look like that unless he was particularly angry.

A touch of ruthlessness was hidden in the cold, stern eyes.

Sherry pushed down the anger inside her and tried to be calm, “I didn’t hit her, she was careless.”

Sherry’s voice fell to the ground, but the man’s expression didn’t let it ease.

“Sherry, I don’t believe a word of it.”

At that moment, Sherry understood.

She had still misjudged the rules of the game, whether she had done it or not, and all he cared about was seeing the results.

In Aaron’s position of course he had to stand up for his fiancéeée, and it was a sure thing that he rallied around Nola.

Sherry pursed the corners of her lips, the light in her eyes suddenly darkening.

She would come to her senses and would have no more illusions about this man, “I’m sorry Mr. Swift, I’m just stating the facts, there’s nothing you can do if you don’t believe me, Nola is badly burned and it’s better to deal with it as soon as possible.”

Aaron suddenly frowned.

Shaking off Sherry, he turned and picked up Nola, and left.

The other watchers, seeing that the hero and heroine had already retired, went back to their respective rooms.

Sherry looked at the floor of soup and debris, her brow locking as memories flooded back to her mind.

At Aaron’s, he used to break something every now and then, then watch Sherry cut her fingers as she cleaned up, watch her get hurt and then cry in anguish.

That’s what makes Aaron so much fun.

Sherry lowered her head and slowly crouched down to pick up the pieces on the floor, so focused was she on saying goodbye to the past that she would have to repeat this hurt over and over again until, finally, she lost the pain.

It was only then that she could completely let go of the gloom of the past.

Only a pair of leather shoes appeared in front of her, and then her arm was pulled up.

The burns on her hands and the scars from her past were gently cupped in her hands as Andrew helped her with the wounds and said, “Go to my room and rest, I’m not going back today from overtime.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Sherry didn’t make a sound.

“They’ll be back soon after they go to the hospital and I don’t feel comfortable with you being alone.”

Andrew is always thoughtful, and the moment Sherry looked up, she bumped into his gentle, sea-like eyes, and she could feel the worry spilling out of his gaze.

She jerked her hand back in a panic.

“Thanks Andrew, but it’s still not quite right, I’ll be back in my room as soon as I’ve finished packing.”

Her accustomed tone was all the more heartbreaking.

For the first time, instead of releasing her in obedience, Andrew forcibly pulled her away from the wretched mess.

The door of the room closed again and Sherry was left alone in his room.

She clutched the room card in her hand and sighed silently.

The room smelled faintly of men’s perfume, which was nice, but she didn’t feel any fluttering in her heart, nor did her heart beat half as fast as it did.

Sherry pressed her chest.

Probably, she was also tortured by Aaron and went crazy, how can she feel emotions when her heart is dead.

Aaron settled Nola in the hospital and took Eral back to the hotel.

“Mr. Swift, this is the security footage from the hotel at the time.” Eral was always very efficient.

Aaron took the phone he handed him and zoomed in, just so, from the scene where the two men exited the lift and all that could be seen was the plate tipping over.

It is impossible to see who is actually at fault.

Aaron crossed back again, his eyes suddenly turning cold.

He saw Sherry being taken away by Andrew and leaving in the direction of Andrew’s room!

The man’s fingers clenched and creaked.

The car pulled up in front of the hotel and Aaron stepped out, full of anger.

“Mr. Swift, stay.”

Andrew, who had been waiting for him in the coffee area in the lobby, got up and walked towards him, “Don’t you think, we should talk?”

Aaron glanced at him and spoke in a light voice, “What did Andrew want to talk to me about?”

“Apart from Sherry, all that’s left between you and me is business.”

The coldness under Aaron’s eyes intensified as he drew out his chair and sat down, laughing softly, “I didn’t think a woman like Sherry was worth Andrew’s repeated efforts to defend her, and you saw what she did to my fiancée’s arm.”

“Saw it.”

Andrew responded honestly, “But you weren’t paying attention either, Sherry was hurt too, only because she wasn’t crying as loudly as Nola, and everyone didn’t notice her.”

It’s not that she has a low presence.

Rather, she didn’t fight for that most glamorous position.

“The Sherry I once knew was not like that, and it was you who turned her into the humble person she is today.”

Aaron frowned furiously and stared into Andrew’s face, his hand slowly tightening as he suddenly asked rhetorically, “Sherry and you, how far did it go?”

Andrew rose to his feet at once.

“Aaron, keep an eye on your fiancée and don’t get Sherry hurt again.”