The President’s Stubborn Love

“Mr. Swift, Sherry is starting to eat and the facility has arranged for her to meet with Monica tomorrow.” Eral came to Aaron and looked at the man still busy at his desk and whispered an update on things.

The man raised his eyebrows slightly.

“I thought that she would be able to carry it for a long time.”

His hand sank and the nib of the fountain pen pierced the sheet of signature paper.

Eral hangs his head in silence.

“Keep an eye on the movements over there and report back to me at the first sign of anything.”

“Yes, Mr. Swift.”

The hands continued to move forward and the night was filled with business for Aaron at the office as he tried to make time for the Henry Family party.

The rush to send Sherry to Monica at this time was also a matter of necessity.

He really doesn’t have much time left.

And there’s only one chance, once you miss it …

Just after dawn, a call came in from the Garcia Family, not with a query, but with a cold question and accusation.

“What the hell did you do to our Nola?” Amanda yelled harshly, “That child has been home without food or drink for three days! You get over here right now and apologize to her or this isn’t over.”

Three days?

Wouldn’t that be more tolerable than Sherry.

Aaron hid the weariness in his brow and got up to rush to the Garcia Family, but the Nola he saw was no more than a little paler, not haggard or faded, and she managed to have a smile on her face when she saw him.

With what Eral had sent him, Sherry looked ten times worse than she did when she hadn’t eaten for two days.Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

It turns out that the Garcia Family people don’t even bother to act in front of him anymore.

Next to her Amanda had a stern face while Gregorio kept counting Aaron out, “How can you bear to do this to my sister after all she’s done for you!”

Aaron glanced over to the man on the bed, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

For a moment, Nola was a little flustered, but she had to sing this bitter tale, “What are you doing here?”

She bit the corner of her lip, “Mum, didn’t I tell you that he and I needed to calm down and that this was not the right time to meet.”

Amanda opened her mouth at this point.

Picking up on the conversation, “Calm down? You two have been dating for years, do you still need such a childish way of handling things? We’re not kids anymore, so I think you should go to Henry Family’s birthday party next week and settle things down.”

Henry Family, can you set his master?

Aaron’s face grew deeper and deeper.

Nola over there, however, lowered her head in anger and shame, “Mom, what are you talking about!”

“I just want an attitude from him today, in the end, do you two want to continue to go out? Is it that my daughter’s youth and companionship for so many years is so worthless? She is not even worthy of a woman who has been in jail. If word gets out, the Garcia Family will lose face.”

For a while, the atmosphere was oppressive to the extreme.

Unfortunately, Aaron is not one of those ordinary rich kids out there, and with one swipe of his eye, Amanda has to weigh up what she just said.

It looks like the Garcia Family has him pinned down, but if he won’t relent, there’s nothing they can do about it.

Only recently, Aaron figured out something.

He also didn’t want to drag it out any further.

“Auntie has a point, and it’s time, time to make a decision.” He lifted his eyes slightly and looked at Nola on the bed, “Get ready, day after tomorrow, take you to the Henry Family.”

Aaron threw that down and headed out the door.

This time the Garcia Family didn’t even stop him.

And after a long pause in the footsteps, the room was filled with mother and son, all beaming with joy.

“Mom, you’re the best at thinking of such things! Great, can I come along?” Gregorio was even more excited than Nola.

It was the Henry Family, the legendary business family, and it would have been the envy of others for years if they could have met the old Mr. Henry and had a few words of business advice.

Amanda immediately frowned, “It’s not time to be happy yet, this is just the first step, I’ll have another talk with your dad tonight, just do your best to help your sister prepare, ask around about the Henry Family side, it mostly depends on what the old Henry Family likes… …”

There had been no sound from Nola in the room as she had been too happy to speak.

Aaron exited the room and didn’t quite leave.

What they said later fell on his ears in full.

That’s why he hasn’t been able to cut the Garcia Family any slack; he wasn’t exactly anti-Nola before, plus she did lose a child, either to make up for it or to lazily replace it.

He acquiesced to her presence.

But these days, the Garcia Family is getting ambitious and is about to push Aaron’s boundaries.

It was just a woman, he had never given it a second thought.

Aaron pulled open the car door and Eral’s voice came over the Bluetooth headset, “Mr. Swift, have sent Sherry to Monica’s room.”

“I’ll be right over.”

There are few things in this world more important than Monica.

It was the 70th birthday of the Henry Family, their grandfather, and Alex, being the prudent man he is, would have brought Monica along.

In Monica’s current state of mental monitoring, the consequences would be unthinkable if she were to suffer another attack from outside influences and stimuli.

So he needs someone who can put his life on the line to protect Monica when necessary.

That’s Sherry.

If she can’t do that, then she’ll die with Monica.

Plus, the Henry Family is throwing a big party at this time of year, so perhaps it will have something to do with the future heir to the family.

Aaron stepped on the gas and the car sped down the street, the wind in his face clearing his mind that the fun was just beginning.

…

In the nursing home.

Sherry watched Monica fiddle with her dress and put rabbit ears on her, and there was an unpredictable blush on her cheeks.

The dressing mirror reflected her long, slender legs, wrapped in black stockings, in an extraordinarily seductive way.

With a short skirt barely reaching her thighs and a clavicle-baring bustier design on top, Sherry was dressed up by Monica for an hour and all she could think about was who had prepared this kind of dress for Monica.

For Monica, it’s now like playing a game of dress-up.

“This one?” With a small pout, she picked up the hairpin in her hand and waved it in front of Sherry, quickly switching to the other side, “No, it still needs to be lace, to go with the stockings.”

“You move, you’re so dull I can’t even pick it out.”

Sherry obeyed and turned a little.

For just a moment, she locked eyes with the man standing outside.

The whole thing exploded in my head.

Her face turned red, someone please tell her why Aaron walks without a sound!

When did he stand there, and how long did he watch?

Sherry subconsciously wrapped her arms around herself and inclined her head sideways.

Aaron’s eyes sank slightly and the strange emotion under his eyes was well concealed as he stepped towards her.

Then Sherry’s ears rang, “There’s no need to block, where haven’t I seen that?”