The President’s Stubborn Love

Aaron then received a call from the company.

“Mr. Swift, the PR department has fully processed …”

The voice on the phone continues.

The man’s cold, stern gaze was instead drawn to two figures at the end of the corridor.

Andrew stood with Sherry at the self-service drink machine, Sherry bent over, picking at the coins inside the box and holding a bottle of ice water she had just bought.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Andrew, on the other hand, is full of gentleness, and the two are ambiguously intimate.

“Mr. Swift?”

Aaron’s tone snapped cold, “If things further affect Night Group’s projects next quarter, everyone in PR will be fired.”

So saying, he hung up the phone and turned to walk in the other direction.

Sherry took her water bottle and glanced in the direction where Aaron had just been standing, but at that moment, it was empty.

“What’s wrong?”

Andrew also followed the sound.

“It’s nothing, I’m too sensitive.” Sherry hooked her lips in a self-deprecating way.

What was Aaron doing here at this hour when he should be in Nola’s room, comforting her?

She hesitated for a moment, but spoke up to apologize to Andrew, “You should be under a lot of pressure after this meeting, right? It’s because of me that the Andrew Group is bidding …”

“No.”

A bit of helplessness spills out from deep within Andrew’s brow.

“Sherry, no matter what happens, whether it’s all the gossip out there, the opinions of those here, or the interests of the company, it doesn’t break my heart as much as these words of yours.”

Sherry’s fingers tightened and tightened, “I’m sorry.”

“If you’re not ready, you can just pretend I’m just an old school friend and not think too much about it, okay?”

Sherry sniffed and froze for a few seconds.

“I have things to do, so I won’t see you back to your room.” Andrew said so, smiling as he took the bottle of water from her hand.

He whirled around, the loss evident in his eyes.

Not sending her back to her room was just a way of not wanting to stress her out any further.

It’s not too late to take your time.

Sherry stood there alone for a while before moving back to her room.

I took out my room card and opened the door, turned and closed it smoothly, when suddenly I had a sixth sense that something was wrong, but by the time my hand reached for the doorknob again, it was too late.

The lights turned on and there was a splash of Sherry in the room.

The man’s legs are folded, sitting on a single sofa, a business magazine flattened in his lap, and he has a cigarette just above his fingertips, still unlit.

Her cold eyes glanced over to Sherry’s side and she laughed coldly, “What, you didn’t have enough fun talking to Andrew and you want to chase him back?”

When she saw his face, Sherry’s eyes fluttered and her heart hung in relief for some reason.

At least, it was him.

She tugged at the corners of her lips in mock relief, “I’ve spent a lot of time with Mr. Swift and didn’t know that Mr. Swift has a nasty habit of slipping through doors and picking locks.”

The magazine in the man’s hand slammed shut, his gaze extremely cold.

Sherry was scared and her heart kept racing, she couldn’t figure out why Aaron had come to see her, with his ability to get into her room through the hotel it would have been a breeze.

What happens after that?

Did he find out that she was the one who leaked the information, or was he coming to get justice for Nola.

Either way, it was enough to put Sherry’s mind on alert.

Aaron locked his brow darkly, the cigarette in his hand was broken off and thrown on the coffee table, he got up and coldly threw down a deep command, “Come out with me.”

Sherry clenched her teeth.

“Mr. Swift, it’s late and I need to rest, I don’t have time to work late with you.”

“Sherry.”

He ground the phrase out from between his thin lips.

Turning back to her, he gazed into her face, “Don’t challenge my patience.”

There were traces of her everywhere in this room, and the air was filled with a smell that belonged exclusively to her, an atmosphere that made Aaron inexplicably unhappy.

Sherry heard the door open and the sound of the man’s feet walking out, sighed helplessly and took a step to follow.

She thought he would take her to the cafe downstairs, but instead, when she got into the lift, he pressed the button for the top floor straight away.

At this time of year, only the top floor rooftop is the quietest, as everyone is inviting glasses to the dinner party, except that it is also the coldest.

Sherry in particular was wearing only a single layer.

As soon as the rooftop door opened, she winced and her hair was blown loose.

But Aaron doesn’t care about that.

As Sherry watched his back, her mind was flooded with all sorts of thoughts, like a big rock that was about to weigh her down.

Aaron stopped a short distance away and smoothly lit another cigarette, as the smoke dispersed, he cracked up, “How long do you plan to stay at Night Group?”

Sherry was stunned.

“What does Mr. Swift mean?”

“Give me a backup of the recording, I’ll pay you a sum of money, you’ll write your resignation tomorrow, and I don’t want to see you at Night Group again.” He said so, his voice a few more degrees colder than usual.

Sherry listened to this, but just wanted to laugh.

Did he not want to see her, or did Nola not?

“What are you laughing at!”

He took a few steps in front of her, his cold eyes staring straight into her face, “No smiling.”

She smiled, not unlike when she had just been with Andrew.

The images that popped into Aaron’s head made him more and more unhappy, and the cold breeze from the rooftop didn’t blow away the thoughts that surged through him, the uncontrollable urge forcing him to clasp Sherry’s jaw and kiss her hard, without a word.

They are all too familiar with each other.

As the lips scorched together, Sherry’s subconsciously resisting hands were clasped in Aaron’s grip.

The knot in his throat rolled and his voice was strong, “Do you hide when Andrew kisses you too?”

Sherry’s eyes immediately widened.

“You …”

But he left only a gap to say a word and followed it closely by deepening the kiss.

It was heavy, it hurt, and Sherry felt her lips break, and instead of feeling gentle between her lips, it felt like she was being kissed as if she was being vented on, a faint taste of blood spilling out of her mouth.

He got angry.

It’s not about business, and it’s not about Nola.

Sherry puzzled over it and bit back hard at the corner of his lip.

It was this that interrupted the man’s movements, and the fire that had been building up in his chest seemed to become less fierce after the kiss.

His eyes raked over Sherry’s face.

The angrier she became, the more he felt a thrill of conquest deep inside him.

“Sherry, don’t even think about running away from me.”

“Aaron, you’re sick!” Sherry pushed him straight away with all her strength, “Didn’t you say earlier that you were going to give me as a present to Andrew and you were curious if we kissed?”

“Well, I’ll tell you what, any man is better than you.”

The man’s face was extremely cold and his eyes were quenched with almost murderous thoughts.

“Shen, Yin, don’t be ungrateful.”

Sherry met his gaze for the first time and said firmly.

“I am not your anything to wait to serve you under any circumstances, and if you touch me again, I will sue you.”

It’s over. The feud between them is long over.