The President’s Stubborn Love

Edith’s condescending stance was instantly broken.

“You bitch, do you know how much that bag is worth?”

Edith was furious and immediately yelled at Sherry, “You get down there and pick that up for me right now!”

Sherry looked down and concentrated on wiping the cake off Monica’s face, “You came especially for Monica’s birthday, of course you’re carrying the most expensive bag in your house, right? But I think the owner of the bag is dirty inside, and the bag must be dirty too, so I purposely washed it for you.”

“You!”

Edith was about to rush over at once.

It was at that moment that Sherry snapped back to stare at her, “You heard about the abortion of Nola’s baby, right? I did it myself.”

With one word, Edith and the two men froze in place.

“I’m a man who’s been in jail and can do anything, you two, want to try?”

She swept her eyes back towards the long table and casually picked up the fruit knife, playing with it in her hand, “I’m good with knives, whether I’m cutting bags or people …”

” Edith, forget it, I’ll go and pick it up for you, just ignore this nuttier.”

Neither of them dared to look at Sherry again when they were leaving.

For her eyes were hollow to the core, something they had never seen before in these dainty ladies.

“What a bad luck!”

Sherry ignored their tirade and half-crouched in front of Monica, her hand shaking slowly as she took her fingertips, which still bore the marks of a needle prick.

“Monica, does it hurt?” Sherry tilted her head to look at her.

“A little.” Monica blinked, her eyes pretty, “But they were playing with me, it’s okay.”

Her voice was soft, heartbreakingly soft.

Sherry wiped the stain from her dress so hard that tears fell unheeded.

“Monica, no, you don’t want to see them in the future, they’re bad people.”

Monica didn’t say anything, frowning at Sherry for a moment, “What about you? They come every year and say they’re my friends, but, I haven’t seen you.”

Monica is sober after these years of convalescence, although she is unable to live as a normal person.

Sometimes when in good shape, you can talk to people and even eat on your own.

But it’s a far cry from the Monica of old.

In that moment, Sherry choked up.

She hung her head down and whispered, “I don’t count as your friend.”

She is the one who turned the Swift Family into this, and she doesn’t deserve to be her friend.

There was no sound overhead for a long time as Sherry guiltily bowed her head and practically knelt to help Monica clean the stain from the hem of her skirt.

After a long time, Monica whispered, “It’s okay.”

Sherry’s fingers froze and a shudder ran through her body.

She looked up in a daze, but didn’t wait for her to say anything when a hand pulled her backwards very strongly.

“Don’t touch her!”

Aaron growled angrily and yanked Sherry away from Monica, not even looking at her, and rushed straight over to her, shielding Monica in his arms.

“Is everything okay?”

His brow was furrowed, and a pang of pain shot through him at the sight of Monica’s vacant, listless face.

He turned back around, a mixture of anger and some complex emotions Sherry couldn’t read between his cold eyes.

“Monica is already like this and you still won’t let her go, how far do you want to torture her before you stop!”

He clenched one hand into a fist, his anger almost consuming her whole being.

Sherry’s mouth was open.

Now Monica has a mess of food all over her body and arms, and she’s the only one here.

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“You misunderstand, I …”

Sherry opened her mouth, trying to explain.

Aaron said in a cold voice, his eyes filled with anger.

“If I ever see you in front of Monica again, I’m really going to kill you.” He picked up Monica and left.

The back was determined and cold, and Sherry bit the corner of her lip, wanting to go after her to explain, but not knowing how to speak.

After they left, Sherry waited right by the lake until night fell and she crouched on the ground with Aaron’s unmistakably cold voice overhead, “Stand up.”

Sherry slowly tilted her head back, her legs having long since gone numb to the point of immobility from too much time.

Monica should have been sent back to her room to rest.

Sherry fought through the pain and stood up, but not before she spoke.

The man sneered, “What have you done to Monica today, do it once, right in front of me, and I want to see you suffer more than she did.”

Sherry stiffened.

“I don’t have …”

But as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she swallowed the rest of them.

Sherry slowly picked up the cake and, without thinking, slapped it directly onto her head.

Then slowly asked, “Do you think Monica is really happy when she has her birthday every year?”

Aaron’s brow furrowed and his face grew heavier with anger as he pinched his fingertips and said in a fierce voice, “You think you’re qualified to say such things to me?”

He was so kind to her.

Shouldn’t have done it in the first place …

Sherry’s head was hung low, her calm white face a little haggard in its beauty.

She tilted her head slightly sideways to look at him.

For some reason, Aaron’s heart suddenly choked.

Why did she have that look on her face, why did she make him question, just by looking at it, that he was wrong about her?

“You’re right, I’m not qualified to say that as a sinner, sorry.”

With these words, Sherry raised her hand and picked up a glass of champagne, drizzling it over herself from head to toe.

After a tumble, she was so wretched that she was shivering under the cold wind at the river.

But in favor of straightening his back, a sarcastic smile swept across his lips as he asked Aaron, “Mr. Swift, what more do I need to do to forgive me?”

Forgive!

Aaron’s eyes snapped cold, “You’re worthy?”

He took a few steps forward and caught her jaw in his hand, his eyes fixed on her face, his heart felt like it was on fire, he wanted to see Sherry beg for mercy, to see her admit her mistake, but why was she so calm!

Calm to the point of being, like a whole lost soul.

Realizing this, he hated it again in his heart.

“Aaron, if you keep hating me so much, it will only make my entanglement with you deeper and deeper, so why don’t you make one condition at a time and we’ll be done with it, and from then on, we won’t bother each other, okay?”

The woman who was secretly in love with him back then did not have such cold eyes.

Aaron’s voice was harsh once more, “What kind of trick are you trying to play again Sherry, how dare you play games with me.”

He won’t be fooled by her again.

From the time of Monica’s accident until now, Sherry has always gone against the grain and agreed to whatever he asked.

But it seems that from the day that contract ended and she walked out of Swift Family, she was a different person.

Now, how dare you draw a line in the sand with him?

“For the rest of your life, you’ll have to atone for Monica’s sins.”

“But you clearly promised me in the first place that you’d let me go in three years.” Sherry couldn’t squirm out of him, and a few urgent sobs crept into her tone.

Aaron let go violently and watched her fall weakly to the ground, his body was in a trance for a moment, but still full of indifference, “You believe that kind of talk?”

“…”