The President’s Stubborn Love

The night was deep, the rain was bobbing back and forth along the wipers and Sherry didn’t dare drive too fast.

This road to the Swift Family gets longer and longer.

In the back seat of the car, the man’s deep eyes were like the stars in the night sky, which did not look half drunk.

Sherry pushed down her emotions and focused.

But then, from the back of the room came a quiet, “What’s your relationship with Andrew, now?”

Sherry frowned and whispered back, “Mr. Swift, that’s a personal matter for me.”

She didn’t have to report to him on everything.

Aaron snorted, his eyes suddenly glancing up at her, “You have privacy in front of me?”

His words brought up many images in Sherry’s mind that should not have been there, three years of staying overnight at the Swift Family almost every day.

After going out to socialize and drink, she would come back to torment her even more.

Or if she gets angry with the Garcia Family, he’ll keep her out of bed for days.

Sherry’s eyes grew colder as she clutched the steering wheel.

In the presence of this man, her dignity had long since been shattered.

Like Andrew had said, was she going to live like this for the rest of her life? After being tortured by him for so long, couldn’t she just start her own life?

The car suddenly picked up speed.

The man in the back seat raised an eyebrow and chirped in a deep voice, “Sherry.”

For the first time, she ignored his words.

As the car continued on its way, Sherry’s thoughts became clearer and clearer, and could not be delayed any longer.

She parked the car firmly in the Swift Family courtyard and turned back, pulling Aaron’s door open crisply, “Mr. Swift, please step out of the car.”

The dark emotions under Aaron’s eyes were complex and shifting, and the suppressed anger was about to come out.

“Mr. Swift is right, I have no privacy in front of you.”

She beat him to it, blocking out what he was about to say.

“But I’m just an employee of the Night Group now, not the lover you keep captive in a mansion like this.”

Her shoulders slumped and she said it with all the courage she could muster.

The man standing in front of her suddenly sneered, his whole body leaning forward and down towards her, his voice like a knife, strangling her throat.

“Is this the bottom Andrew giving you?” His hand, in the midst of the night rain, probed her back.

Overnight, Sherry clearly smelled the smell of alcohol wafting from him.

“I don’t …”

Before the words were out of his mouth, he was already drowning in kisses.

Aaron punished her severely with his actions, and it was in this rain that they tossed and turned in the back seat of the car, late into the night.

Sherry was soaked through, not knowing whether it was rain, or sweat, when he carried her back upstairs to her room.

The bathroom taps were still rattling.

Sherry’s eyes were vacant as she stared at the chandelier on the ceiling, her ears, ringing with the words Aaron had just said when he had carried her back, “How dare you?”

Topping him off.

Against his will.

The audacity of trying to escape his grasp and gain freedom.

“Sherry, you will never be happy in your life, and as long as I am alive, you will not run away.”

Sherry sat up propped up in bed, the silk quilt slipping off her. How ridiculous that Aaron had been so kind as not to let her sleep in the rain and had given her a quilt to cover her with.

Sherry smiled bitterly in confusion; she didn’t even know if she should thank him for his kindness.

Beneath the quilt, she could clearly see the wound on her abdomen, which had some growths and was unsightly.

She also had bruises elsewhere on her body.

It was harsh on the pale skin, and on top of her body like that, Aaron could still lay hands on her?

The bathroom door pulls open.

Aaron took one look and saw her standing there barefoot and naked.

The desire that had just faded from his eyes had vaguely crept back in, and he was coming to realize something in the back of his mind, that Sherry, as a person, had just a little bit of value to him at this point in time.

Let him, would occasionally be unable to help himself.

“I can use the bathroom now, I guess.” With endless exhaustion in her voice, hollow as a puppet, she walked past Aaron.

Heart slamming.

But Aaron just lifted his eyes and turned to leave the room.

He would only bully Sherry in this room, never share a sleep with her, even if it was light, and would leave before dawn.

Sherry soaked her entire body in the bath, the fancy Jacuzzi relaxing her entire body. Her eyelids were suddenly heavy and she fell asleep against the pillowcase behind her, unaware of it.

Sherry woke up only when the maid fished her out of the cold water.

She was busy covering herself, “I’ll do it myself.”

Downstairs, Aaron had already eaten breakfast.

Sherry came downstairs with a blank face, went into the kitchen, took a brief bite and hadn’t even swallowed the bread when the maid came to report, “Sir, Nola is here, just outside, saying she wants to make amends to you.”

Because of the previous unpleasantness between the two families, Nola came to bow down anyway.

Sherry eats with her head down, silent.

Aaron glanced indifferently out of the window, then got up and left with his coat.

Sherry mulled over Aaron’s attitude towards Nola and her eyes blinked slightly as if it wasn’t the same.

What Sherry didn’t know was that Aaron hadn’t been in the car long when he received a phone call from the hospital.

Listening to the voice coming from the phone, the man’s stern, cold face was filled with murderous intent; that was the one person he hated most in his life.

“Mr. Swift, how do you see this being handled?”

“Don’t bother.”

He ran his finger across the screen of his phone and sent a message to Eral.

Next to him Nola looked at his expression and whispered in concern, “Aaron, is it the company?”

Aaron was silent for a long time, his voice deep, “It’s not about you.”

Nola looked away awkwardly, not daring to say another word. She had to find a chance to make things right with Aaron, not to upset him anymore.

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The driver got out and knocked on the door, “Sherry, Mr. Swift has ordered you to be taken to the hospital and your mother’s surgery arrangements have been confirmed.”

Sherry’s eyes lit up and she immediately rushed over.

“Did Aaron order it himself?”

“Yes.” The driver nodded

Sherry nodded her head repeatedly, “Yes, thank you.”

She thought that this was a little bit of softness and care for her from the man, but when she arrived at the hospital, she realized that she was just a piece on his chessboard.

Sherry had just left the lift when she saw several people blocking the entrance to the ward.

“Jason! Get your ass out here.”

“Told you to pay it back, didn’t you? Jackson wants one of your hands today.”

Jason, her brother who ruined Monica’s life, is out of prison?

And it found its way here!

Sherry watched as Jason hid behind the ward door, he was still pathetically pleading with the men, the blood around her almost froze, no wonder, Aaron had been kind enough to send her over.

Jason is back, and the hatred between them is endless.

“Isaac, I really don’t have any money, I’m already working on it, please, just give me a few more days! I’ll definitely pay it back.”

“Cut the crap and get your ass out here.”

The men completely ignored the patients around the hospital and frantically smashed the doors.

“Do you know who I am? I’m Aaron’s brother-in-law! He has to bail me out, my sister has been working for him as a mistress, she’s got money, I’ll go to her and pay it back with interest in no time.”