The President’s Stubborn Love

In the cab of this driver were two cigarettes and two stacks of money, along with an address written on a slip of paper.

This place is not even searchable on the map.

Sherry gritted her teeth, turned the car around and drove towards the city.

But during this time, the driver’s mobile phone kept ringing and he received several threatening messages.

“Why did you turn around!”

“Don’t do as you’re told, the lives of your family, don’t you want them?”

Sherry looked at the words on the screen and slammed on the brakes.

The most ridiculous idiom in the world is empathy, but this moment, Sherry felt doubly powerless.

Watching the darkening sky, she pulled the van into the car park of a gas station, then ducked aside and used the few bits of change the driver had left to press a certain number she knew by heart.

It took three calls before the person answered.

“It’s me, I’m at the gas station on the fifth ring road in the east, can you come and pick me up?”

Her voice was choked with sobs.

It never occurred to her that when she needed help the most in the world, the only person she could think of, the only person she could go and pray to, was Aaron.

“Stay where you are and don’t move.”

Sherry mewled and hung up the phone with a sobbing voice.

She was afraid to call the police.

In case Jason is involved, her mother will not be able to accept the shock of this reality. Sherry can only cooperate with the investigation, but not by her own hand to send Jason to jail.

And the driver, who had obviously taken money from someone.

Who could it be?

Jason’s debtor, or, member of the Henry Family?

Sherry crouched by a public phone box, smelling of domestic animals, but having to wrap her entire body in a dirty jacket.

Only then did she feel safe.

It felt like a long time had passed, but when Aaron’s luxury sports car pulled up in front of her, and she couldn’t keep her eyes open from the headlights, all she could think was, he had come fast.

The man got out of the car and a pair of high-end leather shoes came to her.

The first time, he wrinkled his brow, “Are you crazy? I told you to work late at the office, what are you running around for?”

“If you want to be sacked from the company so badly, you’ll …”

A hand, reaching up from the corner of his coat, slowly tugged at him, “Could you, please, scold me when you get back?”

Her eyes so red, she crouched on the ground and looked at him with supplicating pity.

That look, suddenly, filled Aaron with irritation.

He brushed her hand away harshly and folded back into the car.

Seconds later, Sherry had a high-end suit, in Aaron’s size, shoved into her hands.

“It stinks.”

Sherry cried as she changed into that outfit in the bathroom and then put the original clothes into a bag.

“Get in.” Aaron checked out the van in the meantime, then made a few phone calls and took Sherry straight back to the Swift Family.

Sherry’s eyes stayed open the whole way.

She was afraid to sleep.

“I’m not going to throw you down; you keep your eyes closed.”

The man spoke in a cold voice, frowning at her reddened, dry eyes.

Sherry clutched the steering wheel and whispered, “I’m not afraid you’ll leave me, what I’m afraid of is that if I fall asleep, I’ll find out it was all a dream and I’ll be tied back to that car.”

Her voice was soft, so soft that it hurt.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Aaron’s grip on the steering wheel tightened and tightened as he picked up speed and broke through the last few seconds of the flashing green light.

And at that moment, on the other side of the same junction.

Gregorio drove Nola and saw Aaron’s tail lights from a distance.

“Shouldn’t he be socializing with his partner at this time of day?”

Nola had called Aaron only half an hour ago.

Aaron said he couldn’t pick her up.

Because it was having dinner with a partner.

But now, apparently, there was another person in his car.

“Brother, follow up.” Nola pursed her lips as her phone screen lit up once more and she read the message, “Tacy missed, the person in Aaron’s car must have been Sherry.”

For Sherry’s sake, he had once again left her behind.

Gregorio’s face was full of fire when he heard Sherry’s name.

“Why hasn’t that woman gotten the hell out of Night Group?” Gregorio immediately put his foot on the gas to follow.

But the horsepower of his car is still a bit short of Aaron’s.

By the time he got to the Swift Family, Aaron had already shown Sherry in the door.

“I’ll just go in by myself, go back and tell Mum and Dad I’m not going home tonight.” Nola took a deep breath and stepped inside.

It’s just a body.

Is there any reason why you can’t give it away in a hurry?

Even if Aaron is indifferent to her, he is still a normal man.

He had brought Sherry back, and if it was for that shit, then she could do it, and she would defy any Garcia Family millennial’s dignity to get this man.

Just, get him.

Gregorio looked at his sister’s back and understood what she meant, struggled for a few seconds and didn’t go over to stop it.

If Nola married Aaron, it would be great for the sound of their family.

Inside the Swift Family villa.

Sherry had just sat down in the bath of the guest room when she heard Nola’s voice from outside.

“Do you need help?” She pushed the door open with more than a little disgust on her face.

Sherry jerked her head up, with dirty bird feathers still on top of her head.

Nola stood by, surveying her wretched appearance, and suddenly laughed softly, “It’s just an act, do you need to be, so realistic? Even if you got beaten up, Aaron wouldn’t feel sorry for you, because he doesn’t care about you.”

Nola can’t get in without Aaron’s permission.

Sherry pursed her lips together, “Please get out.”

“Heh … Sherry, you think you can order me around?” Nola stared her dead in the face, “This is the last time, if you don’t get out of Night Group by next week, I want you dead.”

Nola finished and, like a proud white swan, turned to leave.

The door closes.

A mist of water in the room is blown away by Nola’s open window.

A cold breeze provoked Sherry to just crawl out of the bath.

And at that moment downstairs, Nola said to Aaron in a polite manner, “Sherry seems to have been assaulted, Aaron, why don’t we call the police?”

“What?”

Aaron had seen the van at the time and while it was cluttered, there was no sign that Sherry had been assaulted.

And she wasn’t there when he found her at the gas station …

“She’s too embarrassed to open up to you, but I think it’s better to call the police to deal with it so that justice can be done for her!” Nola said, instantly about to take out her phone and call the police, muttering, “It will also prevent her from biting you back.”

“No need.”

Aaron pressed her wrist, his cold eyes, burning a little hotter than usual.

Nola looked shifty and put on a shy face, “Well then, I care for her too, after all, the most precious thing a woman has is her body.”

The words are nothing but how lowly Sherry is.