The President’s Stubborn Love

Sherry took a half step back, keeping a safe distance between her and him.

“Also, I’m not leaving Night Group before the wounds Nola left on me have healed.”

“You …”

Aaron’s throat caught and he suddenly didn’t know what to say.

Sherry’s white, pretty face was spread with the cool smile he always hated.

“At the very least, I’m going to get well, or else, even if I give you the backup of the recording, I can use the wounds on my body just as much as I can to make Nola lose her reputation.”

Aaron’s mind seems to be clearing up against the night breeze.

It was as if there was nothing else to say between them but these things.

Sherry blinked her eyes as if she knew what he was thinking, “A man like me, lowly and vile, Mr. Swift would do well to be patient and wait, lest, in the end, one is left with no money.”

The cold wind blew through and Sherry felt cold, but seeing Aaron’s complexioned face calmed her down again, her mind half empty of distractions.

This is a man she did actually love, and now, did let go of.

“Don’t worry Mr. Swift, I will leave Night Group on my own when I am healed, after all I don’t really want to be in your company either, let alone be bullied by your control at any time.”

Meeting him day after day was always torture for her.

What does she mean by that?

The look of hesitation in the man’s eyes dissipated.

Now it’s her turn to choose, her turn to pick and choose?

“It’s just too cold for me to enjoy the night with Mr. Swift.”

Sherry turned and was about to go downstairs when Aaron realized that she was only wearing that one thin dress and for a moment his brow locked.

It was like something was blocking his chest.

He took a few steps after her, but saw that Sherry was slow to open the door and walk out.

A cold smile curled up between his thin lips, highly ironic.

She is deliberately dressed like this, and then also silent, but only to attract his attention, so that his heart pity, and then to achieve some kind of ulterior motive, such as her extremely deep-hearted woman …

“The door was locked.”

Sherry glared at Aaron in annoyance.

That’s right, a stare.

Her bright eyes were full of fire, if Aaron hadn’t insisted on bringing her to a place like this to talk, they wouldn’t be stuck here!

Being blown overnight by the cold winds of the season can be deadly.

“What?”

Aaron obviously wasn’t expecting this either, he just wanted a quiet place to be.

“Get out of the way.”

He pushed Sherry out of the way and pressed down hard on the lock, and with a few back and forth, the lock was surprisingly yanked off, yet the door was still tightly locked.

Sherry sighed deeply beside her, “Mr. Swift, you might as well have done nothing.”

Aaron kicked the door hard.

Then he immediately took out his mobile phone and dialed Eral’s number, but there was a delay in getting through.

He immediately sent several voice messages over.

Tapping on the door panel again, he shouted several times, “Is there anyone there! Open the door.”

Sherry wrapped her arms around herself and crouched in a corner next to her out of the wind, but she was so underdressed that she was freezing by now.

Looking at Aaron screaming so desperately, she just wanted to tell him that there was a party going on downstairs and almost everyone was downstairs drinking and talking, so who would have thought that two crazy people would be stuck on a rooftop!

What’s more, they had only just come up when the door was locked from that side, so it was clear that someone had seen them coming before they moved.

It’s not enough to target her, even Aaron has the guts to do it.

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Therefore, it is impossible for them to get out by themselves.

Sherry’s head hung down, it was so cold she felt like her arms and legs had lost their senses.

“Wake up!”

Someone overhead was shouting her name.

“Sherry, no sleeping.”

She opened her eyes slowly, only to find herself in Aaron’s arms, and he still had an anxious look on his face.

“It must be a dream, why would you care if I live or die, I’m better off dead, what I owe you, I’ll have paid it all back.” She muttered and passed out again.

And Aaron had given her his coat and kept hugging her.

Hearing her words come out between half-consciousness and half-awake, her pupils locked violently.

In a fierce voice, “Sherry, wake up, you owe me more than your cheap life can repay! Wake up!”

Yet no matter how much he shouted, Sherry never responded again.

Aaron’s hand tightened around her arm, and for just a moment, he suddenly, in case Sherry did … feel happy about it, he didn’t.

On the contrary, his heart, it would ache.

Boom.

Eral led the way and smashed the door open, “Mr. Swift, are you all right? I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Take her to the hospital, and make it quick.”

Aaron gave Sherry his clothes, and he wasn’t in much better shape.

“Mr. Swift, you’re going too.” Eral helped Aaron out.

Drops and drops.

With very quiet in her ears and only the sound of medical testing equipment, Sherry opened her eyes to find herself lying in a VIP room in a hospital.

She lifted her wrist, looked at the needle being infused, and smiled to herself.

“How did you become a regular visitor to the hospital?”

There was no one around, and by the look of the sky, it should be almost dawn.

She tried to remember what had happened before she passed out, but her head hurt and she gave up for the moment.

Hearing footsteps outside, she immediately closed her eyes

Aaron pushed open the door of the ward and the first thing he saw was the woman on the bed, his eyes deepening slightly, “When will she wake up?”

“The doctor said it would probably take a few more hours.” Eral deliberately made the time longer before his own president got angry.

If Sherry does not wake up, the hospital will be able to prepare other treatment options.

Aaron stared at Sherry’s pale face, a little less anger in his eyes and a touch more concern that even he didn’t notice.

If he hadn’t taken her to the rooftop, he wouldn’t have …

But that guilty thought disappeared without a trace for only a moment.

Eral’s mobile phone rings.

He glanced at the number, “Mr. Swift, it’s Miss Nola.”

Aaron’s mind swirled with the words Sherry had said on the rooftop, and his tone sank, “No need to pick up, you go back to the hotel first to take care of the aftermath, and send a car to pick me up in the morning before you go to the airport.”

“Understood, Mr. Swift, then you rest well.” Eral hung his head in response and quietly withdrew.

Aaron lay back on the sofa and felt the uncanny silence around him.

He hadn’t had a relaxing night’s sleep in a long time and had expected to be uncomfortable making do with a few hours on the sofa, but to his surprise, he slept extraordinarily well this night.

Until the sound of rustling footsteps rang in his ears and he reacted instinctively, immediately opening his eyes and catching the person in front of him.

Lifting his eyes, coldness pervaded, “Who!”

Sherry was carrying a blanket in her hand and was covering him.

She had always known that Aaron had a ‘problem’ with this, being particularly guarded, and that anyone who touched him while he was sleeping would immediately wake him up and overpower the other person.

Sherry also wondered how someone in his position could be so insecure.

Looking at each other, she frowned, “I just wanted to cover you with a blanket.”