The President’s Stubborn Love

Nola’s performance was all in Miller’s eyes, and he believed the Garcia Family’s promise not to retaliate against Sherry afterwards, and to be discreet about what he said and did to protect the Garcia Family’s reputation and face.

On the morning of Miller’s departure, Sherry was approached by someone who offered her a job.

At first Sherry didn’t want to go, but she had no choice but to make a living and get her mother into a better care facility as soon as possible.

It was a small company and the HR manager was kind to her and even offered to provide her with staff housing.

But the better things go, the harder it is for the mind to rest.

“Amity, can I ask, who asked you to hire me?”

Amity smiled and asked rhetorically, “What would be more important to you would be the pay that this job would bring you?”Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Indeed.

She needs the money badly now.

“Thanks, I’ll be at work on time tomorrow.”

For the next half a month or so, Sherry was as busy as she had ever been. She put all her energy into her work and by default, her colleagues at her new company were workaholics.

Only by keeping herself so busy that she has no time for nonsense can she gradually fade away from that unpleasant past.

Sherry thought she would have forgotten what that man looked like if she hadn’t stumbled across the news about Mr. Swift’s alcoholism on the LED screens in the Commerce Building.

“There has been no official response from Night Group at this time.”

Avoiding it is not Aaron’s style.

Also, a big story broke, “Henry Group sells off high profile stake in Night Group …”

Sherry stood at the traffic lights for a long time, her frown tightening. Alex had always been jealous of Aaron and was unlikely to stop so easily, first Aaron backed out of his marriage and his reputation was tarnished, and now with the scandal of his drinking, the ladies of the gentry would no longer be attracted to him.

Wouldn’t Alex’s further dumping of Night Group’s shares signal to the outside world that the Henry Family might be in danger of giving up on Aaron?

Without the support of the Henry Family and the Garcia Family, Night Group will have a tough road ahead.

Sherry eventually moved her feet and went on her way.

With her, she didn’t deserve to worry about that man.

The alleyway ahead is Sherry’s daily route and she is a little nervous, so she immediately walks into the convenience store next to it.

But the man behind her did not give up and followed her straight in.

“Don’t come any closer!”

Sherry drew the umbrella from its holder and flung it directly behind her.

Luckily the man turned sideways, otherwise he would have been cut in the face by the tip of the umbrella. Wilson’s handsome face wore a bit of shock, his hand pushed forward to keep the tip of the umbrella away from him and teased, “Surely someone who has lived in Swift Family is very alert.”

Sherry saw his face and recognized him, but did not move the tip of her umbrella.

She looked behind him in passing.

“He didn’t come.”

Wilson glanced to the side to make sure the clerk wasn’t paying attention over here and whispered, “I was set up for alcoholism, sent to the hospital to have my stomach pumped and refused to eat anything anyone made, so I had no choice but to come to you for a favor.”

“Alex did this?”

Sherry could only think of this possibility.

“Then I’m not sure, he’s made a lot of enemies in the business world over the years, so maybe someone took advantage of the chaos.” Wilson’s tone sank a few notches, “I’m not at liberty to interfere in your affairs, but after all, you liked him once, even for Monica’s sake, and I hope you’ll think about it.”

He finished and stepped out.

The lights of the car outside kept flashing.

Even he could see that Sherry’s fondness for Aaron was a thing of the past, and the little bond that remained between them was nothing more than the most disgusting of habits.

Aaron drinks socially and has an upset stomach and eats Sherry’s cooking.

He always ate it into his stomach while disliking the awfulness of it.

Sherry clutched her phone, looked out the window at the light rain falling, took a deep breath and got into Wilson’s car.

“Two conditions, the pay is to be given at the escort rate, plus, don’t let him know it’s me.”

“Yes, thanks a lot.” Wilson immediately took out a card.

Sherry didn’t push back, they had so much money that it was about to pile up anyway.

Aaron refused to go back to the Swift Family and had been in the Albert Group Hospital for several days. All the nurses had been scolded and beaten by him, and he had even bothered Wilson himself to bring him his medication.

Sherry changed into her nurse’s uniform and stood at the window, looking silently at the all-too-familiar face.

He was full of grimace and stared at the TV screen as if he wanted to kill someone.

Sherry looked over to the news about the Henry Group, and it seemed that he was not having a stomach upset, but was having a temper tantrum with the Henry Family people.

She put on her mask and walked in.

Without speaking, he walked straight to him, poured the medicine and handed it over.

Without looking, Aaron lifted his hand and lifted it to the floor, baring the pills and bouncing them.

Sherry was in no hurry and took her time to do it again.

It was repeated a dozen times, with pills all over the floor, and Sherry continued to repeat the action mechanically as if she could not see it.

“You’re sick, aren’t you? I’m not eating, get out!”

Sherry raised her eyebrows slightly, not to mention that he cursed quite strongly, no wonder the little nurses were crying.

But even tougher, she’s been through it all, it’s nothing.

She remained silent, her hand reaching forward.

“Mute?”

Aaron was even more bored.

Without bothering to say more, he reached for the medicine and drank it down in one go.

The first step was successful.

Wilson watched quietly from the corridor, relieved, and instructed the attending doctor behind him, “Listen to her from now on, she’s the only one who can deal with Aaron.”

But in the next moment, he couldn’t help but feel sorry for Aaron.

He had to torment the young girl, and now he’s not going to see her again, so he’s regretting it.

Sherry delivered the medicine and turned to leave.

Behind them was the man’s muffled, “Pour the water.”

Sherry pointed to the bottle of warm water on the bedside table and walked away.

Three hours later.

She counted the minutes, took the bowl of noodles and went to Aaron.

Just a small bowl.

The amount of food an adult has been starving for days is not even enough to stuff the noodles, which are steaming hot and tantalizingly flavored with a little bit of chopped spring onion and oil floating around.

Aaron’s mental defenses, which he had endured for days, collapsed completely in that moment.

“Chopsticks!”

He seriously suspected that the nurse was a trainee and did not understand even the most basic.

Sherry hadn’t really prepared this time, so she reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a pair of disposable chopsticks at random and handed them over.

It occurred to me again that he had a cleanliness problem and sloshed his hands in the hot water cup.

The man’s hand paused.

Gritting his teeth hard, “You did it on purpose …”

But before he could finish his sentence, his stomach hurt again, and his whole body curled up in pain, a fine sweat oozing from his forehead, and Sherry remembered what Wilson had told her.

Immediately, he held Aaron’s head down.

Passing his hand under his armpit, he slowly massaged and relaxed him, also trying not to hurt himself or cause him to pass out due to excessive pain.

As she moved, Aaron felt much better.

His breathing subsided and a phrase slipped out of the middle of his voice, “You’re a lot like someone I know.”