The President’s Stubborn Love

Sherry returned to her room and was pinned down on the bed by the maid.

The maid gestured to the medicine cabinet but was pushed away by Sherry.

“I’ll just get it myself, you go and prepare dinner for Monica.” Aaron had recently sacked several maids who had not been employed long ago, probably for security reasons as well, so there was a shortage of staff.

The maid hesitated for a moment and did not move.

“Aaron should be back soon, and you know what happens when he gets angry, don’t you?”

At these words, the maid nodded her head tightly and turned to go.

It was more important to make Monica’s dinner then than to change Sherry’s medication.

Sherry looked into the dressing mirror, lifted her dress up, bent over to open the medicine cabinet and then intended to dress herself, those wounds were in such a difficult position that she needed to lift her leg very high before she could …

Which I didn’t know just before I did, when I heard footsteps behind me.

When she saw Aaron’s figure appear in the mirror, her hands shook with fear and the gauze and medicine fell to the floor.

There is no way to describe the scene before us.

Her whole body was almost undressed and she just stood there, looking at each other with all eyes, as she went to tug at her clothes in a hurry.

But the man in front of her did not move quickly, took a few steps to her, raised his hand, pressed her wrist, and then lowered his head to pick up something on the floor.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But again, Sherry was yanked straight over and pressed to the edge of the bed.

“You …”

Sherry panicked and dodged, but he tugged her tighter, and the next moment he was clutching the ointment in his hand, gently smearing it on her wound with a gentle intensity never seen before.

The icy touch nevertheless sent the temperature of her body plummeting.

It’s getting hotter and hotter.

Her body also stiffened, unsure how to react, pushing him away or …

Aaron’s aim was clear, to change her medication, and in three passes he dealt with it and wrapped the gauze around it, and Sherry hadn’t even expected him to move so sharply doing such a thing.

It took only a few minutes to get everything done.

But when Aaron leaned up, Sherry’s cheeks were already flushed.

It was not the first time that their breaths had been entwined, but it was the rare time he had been gentle with her.

Aaron took a pen and paper, wrote down a message, and then turned and went to the study.

Sherry inclined her head sideways to look at it, surprised and pleased.

“The operation will be performed by Miller, the morning after tomorrow, and I’ll send a driver to pick you up if you want to go.”

Dinner time.

Sherry holds her bowl of rice, looks at the man in front of her and then at the empty seat next to her.

Kirsty said Monica had been sleeping so she prepared milk custard for her evening snack and stopped calling her up for dinner, so Sherry missed another chance to see Monica up close.

At the same time her disappointed reaction fell into the eyes of the man opposite.

“Having dinner with me makes you so upset?”

Sherry was close to taking off and contradicting his words.

But the words were on her lips and she swallowed them back hard, she just didn’t want Aaron to know that she had regained her hearing, or perhaps, wanted to hide, not to face it.

She kept her head down and picked at her food quietly, not bothering to look at the man in front of her anymore.

I don’t know how long it took, but Aaron got up and went upstairs.

Sherry listened to the sound of footsteps moving away before relaxing a little.

That night, news of the fire at the sanatorium spread throughout the city, spreading halfway up the hill, and the police were quick to catch the suspect, the very same vice-president, after the incident.

She was covered in bruises and spoke incoherently.

After being firm, she has developed mental problems, but the police will not stop prosecuting her for that.

Sherry watched the TV screen, her brow slowly furrowing, if she was right this would have been Aaron’s doing, he was the only one who would be so ruthless.

He had to take this out for Monica first, knowing that there would be a law to sanction them.

When Aaron came downstairs, he saw Sherry turning off the TV and heading upstairs to the guest room.

He was about to take a step over when his phone rang, it was Miller calling.

He hesitated for an instant and Sherry had entered the room.

Sherry had been thinking all night about her mother’s surgery, thanks to Aaron, and she had Googled Miller, who was by no means a normal person to hire.

Even though he was Nola’s uncle, Sherry was confident that the other man, with his character and standing in the medical profession, would not play with the lives of his patients.

But she asked the maid and found out that Aaron had an appointment today and would not be back for dinner.

“This pot of soup, did you make it yourself?” Kirsty smelled it and chased it into the kitchen, “Come on, give me a taste.”

She took the spoon straight away and asked for a drink.

Sherry frowned and slapped the back of her hand.

Then turn off the heat and carefully put the soup away.

“I know you’re preparing it for Mr. Swift, that doesn’t stop me from tasting it, does it?” Kirsty found the scent just too tempting.

Sherry pretended to ignore it.

Kirsty gave a small sigh, “When are you going to get over this ear, are you going to spend the rest of your life like this?”

Sherry kept her head down and her hands moving to wash the dishes.

For the rest of her life, if she has to live in this situation, she needs to try to hide herself and fool everyone around her, so much so that even she is about to think she is really deaf.

What about Monica?

Wouldn’t she get tired of just pretending all the time, wouldn’t she get the illusion of a trance?

Sherry’s hand suddenly let go and the porcelain bowl fell to the floor, shattering.

Then, the sound of the door opening was heard.

It was the driver who helped a drunken Aaron through the door, the lapels of his suit open, as if he had drunk so much that Sherry could smell the booze as she stood in the kitchen doorway.

As far as she could remember, Aaron had rarely gotten this drunk.

Several of the maids combined their efforts but were unable to lift Aaron onto the bed and Sherry was pulled in to help.

“Lift his right leg.”

“Waist.”

Sherry spoke methodically, and although Aaron had not been drunk like this many times, her actions in serving him had long been ingrained in her mind.

“Prepare a hot cup of black coffee, and a strong cup of tea.”

Sherry lifted her hand to remove Aaron’s shirt and the maids behind her immediately went to work.

The smudge of lipstick on the collar of his shirt was conspicuous in the dim light.

Sherry moved half a beat slower.

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Sherry’s mind was racing with thoughts, she frowned and fiercely pushed those thoughts down that she shouldn’t have; who he was with and how much he had to drink had nothing to do with her.

was about to go downstairs to pour out the pot of soup that had been simmering for hours.

Aaron is awake.

He took her wrist, his voice raspy, “Is there anything to eat, my stomach is hard.”

Sherry shrugged him off.

Who told you to drink so much, you deserved it.

Just then, the maid brought over Sherry’s soup, and when he smelt it, Aaron immediately lifted his hand and took it.

“You did.”

He was not asking her.

Sherry’s eyes darkened for a few moments, perhaps there were things that were as much a habit for her as they were for him.