The President’s Stubborn Love

Sherry’s eyes sank and the flush on her face then dissipated.

“And put this on at the end.” Monica slipped a small shiny black bag into Sherry’s hand, a look of satisfaction on her sweet face, “It’s so pretty.”

The other man, face cold, his legs folded together, leaned back on the sofa.

Those cold eyes also raked Sherry’s face in a smooth motion.

Not half stopping.

Not even a half-hearted expression.

Sherry feels like a toy in the hands of her brother and sister, with no emotions and no joy or sorrow.

When Monica got tired of playing, she dumped them and went to see the view from the garden.

Sherry looked in the mirror and took off the hairpiece on her head and the …

The back is really out of reach.

A hand reached out from the side and a commanding tone followed, “Don’t move.”

He was standing right behind her, and after the movement of his body, their skin touched from time to time, and Sherry felt tingly inside, but when she lifted her eyes to look, Aaron still had no expression on his face and was just helping her zip up.

She hung her head as if cold water had been poured over it.

What she didn’t know was that Aaron’s hands, never before, had been so unruly.

“If it’s not good, I’ll go out and get help from the caretaker.” She was annoyed that being so close to him brought back memories of things she shouldn’t.

But as soon as she moved, her shoulders were squeezed.

“Get out, so they can all see you like this?” His voice was complex and indistinct with a hint of displeasure.

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With a stabbing sound, the garment was eventually torn by Aaron.

He pressed his eyebrows together and looked at the slight strangled red marks showing on her skin and coldly questioned, “Does it hurt and don’t you know to say so?”

Sherry scrambled to block, but turned around and was clothed.

She rushed to pick it up, and the next second, she was already clutched by his wrist and thrown directly onto the bed behind her.

“Dumbed down?”

He was so angry that he pressed one hand against her shoulder and pinched her chin with the other, forcing her to look at him in a very ‘seductive’ position.

Together with the clothes and ribbons scattered here and there, the atmosphere in the room gradually becomes ambiguous.

If it wasn’t for the fact that Monica might be back at any moment, he really doesn’t know what he would have done.

Gazing at Sherry’s chirpy, flushed face, the man’s throat rolled and he flung his hands away fiercely, throwing the covers over her.

“In a few days, the Henry Family is hosting a dinner party, if Alex sends someone to pick up Monica, you pretend to be the escort here and go with her, no matter what happens, protect Monica, even if, as her shield, you can’t let anything happen to her.”

“Otherwise … you don’t have to stay in this world anymore.”

Sherry’s body, which had just warmed up, suddenly plunged off a cliff.

“Is that why you sent me to the sanatorium?” Her voice snickered.

If it wasn’t for Monica, he wouldn’t have come over at all, would he?

Sherry’s heart chilled slightly and a bitter smile spread across the corners of her mouth, “Don’t worry, I’ll do it, even if I have to die for Monica, I’ll do it willingly.”

She said this in a slow tone, so slow that every word struck the man’s heart.

He watched sullenly as Sherry tidied up the room and restored everything to its original state, then changed into her original clothes and stood openly in front of him.

In that moment, her white face looked so calm.

“Mr. Swift don’t worry, I said I’ll be the one you can …”

“It’s hard for me to believe what you say.” He didn’t wait for her to finish, interrupting her with a comment and then striding away.

Sherry stood alone in the room, her well put together mood chasing down a little, and yes, she was barely recognizing herself now, it was only natural that Aaron didn’t believe her.

As he expected, the sanatorium was notified of Alex’s presence that evening.

Sherry was there and she took it upon herself to go to the dean’s room, only to unexpectedly hear Kirsty’s voice, “Dean, if it’s really for Monica’s own good, you can’t agree to what’s being asked over there.”

The Dean was puzzled.

“She’s been admitted to the hospital for so long, and while she’s not significantly better, there’s no deterioration in terms of her condition, and it would be good for her to have more contact with her family.”

“What’s in it for you!” Kirsty shot straight back, “If those people are considered her family, why haven’t they visited her all these years? Every year on her birthday …”

What else was said afterwards was inaudible to Sherry.

Then Kirsty pulled open the door and walked quickly away.

Luckily Sherry was quick to hide and was not spotted.

What even Kirsty knows, Aaron knows even better, knowing full well that the Henry Family will turn on Monica, perhaps as a test, perhaps as a more dangerous treatment.

Instead, he still had to send his most precious sister there.

There must be a reason for him to do so.

Sherry’s eyes sank slightly as she knocked on the door of the dean’s room.

“What are you still doing here!” The dean was a little annoyed, but when he saw that the visitor was Sherry, he paused slightly before saying, “Mr. Swift has ordered it, I will make the arrangements, you will board the plane with Monica the day after tomorrow, and to the outside world, you will be the caretaker of our nursing home.”

“Dean, can I apply for another place? I would like, Kirsty to come with us.”

The dean was astonished, “You …”

“I’ll take care of Mr. Swift’s side. I heard your conversation just now. You may be angry, but you must admit that she has a point. If anything happens to Monica this time, you won’t be able to get the huge sponsorship from Aaron in the future.”

They are in the same boat.

The dean finally nodded, “All right.”

Early the morning after, Kirsty and Sherry were in the same car, with Monica in another, and went to the airport together.

Kirsty stared at Sherry, “I don’t know what you said to the Dean to get him to allow me to come along, and I’ll put it out in the open that I’m not going along with any of your plans.”

She is very short-tempered.

Rushing to the point that even the driver looked at them slightly.

Sherry, however, was unimpressed, “It’s okay, you don’t need to cooperate, I just know that when I get over there things aren’t right and I can pull one over the edge.”

“…”

In the airport.

Thanks to Aaron’s proper arrangements, the girls were quickly received by someone sent by the Henry Family.

And there was no suspicion of Sherry’s identity, as the papers they looked at were Kirsty’s.

Sherry then said she was a trainee carer and had come to carry the luggage.

The men didn’t suspect a thing and took them straight to the Henry Family’s private jet until the plane, where Kirsty initiated the first words to Sherry.

“Did you notice that something was wrong?”

Sherry looked at her quizzically.

Kirsty gestured to her with her eyes.

Sherry looked over and saw Monica reading quietly.

From the time she left in the morning until now, she has been awake and quiet and very cooperative in her unmedicated state.

“Someone who would need sedative medication in a nursing home is now sitting there nicely.” Kirsty’s voice trailed off, “Sometimes I wonder if she’s not sick.”