The President’s Stubborn Love

Early morning.

The moment Aaron opened his eyes, many images came to mind.

He sat up sharply, looked around the room and said in a cold voice, “Sherry?”

No one answered.

The woman was nowhere to be seen either inside or outside the suite.

He stood beside the bed, frowning wearily; it was too much wine and the stimulation he had received over there that had caused him to touch her once again.

His throat choked with mixed emotions, he took out his mobile phone and tried to make a call.

LOL.

The door to the room opens from the outside.

Sherry walked in carrying a packed breakfast, mumbling something under her breath, and immediately turned around when she turned around and saw Aaron standing topless by the bed.

“Mr. Swift, you’re awake, breakfast is down, I’ll be off.”

“Stand still.”

Aaron’s brow knitted even deeper.

Taking a few steps over, he questioned coldly, “What are you hiding from?”

What’s the point of hiding when nothing has happened between them?

Sherry coughed and replied very naturally, like nothing was wrong, “I didn’t want to cause any misunderstanding among my colleagues, after all, it’s not good to see the boss’ privacy.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Aaron’s voice was clear and cold, “Last night …”

Sherry looked over at him in confusion, “What happened last night? I just came over.”

A flash of surprise swept across the bottom of Aaron’s eyes and before he could ask any more questions, Eral’s call came in and Aaron sank his face and pressed the answer button.

Sherry also took this opportunity to leave the room at a brisk pace.

After hearing the report, Aaron opened his mouth to ask about what happened last night, but swallowed all the words.

“Mr. Swift, if you have no further orders, I will go ahead and make the arrangements.”

Aaron hummed indifferently and hung up the phone.

Only the doubts in the back of his mind got deeper and heavier… if it wasn’t Sherry last night, was it a dream?

Sherry sits quietly in the ground floor lobby with her bag on her back.

Eral left her the car keys and asked her to wait until Aaron and then take him back.

This is now the last job Sherry wants to do.

Her eyes stared silently at the empty coffee cup, had she just, muddled through?

“Sherry.”

A voice rang out beside her.

startled her for a moment.

Seeing clearly that she was startled, Andrew was busy saying, “Sorry, I was too loud.”

Before Sherry could say anything, she saw Aaron come out of the lift and she lowered her voice, “Do me a favor and say that I was with you all last night, okay?”

Andrew looked to the approaching Aaron, his eyes slightly darkened, and said a good word.

However, Aaron faced the two directly, “Sherry, you still have work to do.”

After that, Sherry was dragged away straight away without being told.

After they left, Andrew stood in place, his eyes sinking and sinking, “What is it that allows you to ignore even your own reputation and prefer to tell such lies?”

He certainly didn’t mind being used as a shield by Sherry.

But he minded, and she stayed at Night Group, refusing to leave.

…

The atmosphere in the car was awkward.

Sherry drove quietly, not wanting to break the peace either.

Aaron had a cold face the whole time and wondered what he was thinking.

Until the car pulls up in front of Night Group.

Aaron suddenly glanced at her, his eyes resting on the collar of her neck in particular, and spoke coldly, “Last night, who were you with?”

“That’s my private time, no need to report to Mr. Swift, I guess.” Sherry replied matter-of-factly.

“Heh …”

Sherry’s heart thudded as she listened to the cold laughter close to her ears.

She clutched the steering wheel and struggled to find a response when she suddenly saw the figure walking in front of her, “Mr. Swift, it’s Nola.”

A sigh of relief followed, Nola, you’ve come at a good time.

Aaron looked out the window and frowned.

“Park the car.”

With that, he stepped out of the car and was immediately greeted by Nola, not caring who was driving.

Sherry stepped on the gas and drove towards the underground garage.

She looked in the rear-view mirror at the two figures standing behind her with faint eyes.

“Aaron, let’s talk about this, okay?” Nola was aggravated and lost in thought.

But Aaron didn’t react at all.

“Aaron, I’ve been standing outside for so long my feet hurt, let’s go to your office and talk, shall we?”

Her voice was soft and gentle, her fingers trying to climb forward onto the man’s arm.

But Aaron avoided her touch for just a moment.

Then long legs striding away, they walked into the building, and behind them, there were paparazzi reporters with their cameras trained on them all the time, snapping away.

Night Group.

Sherry returned to her workstation and took her seat, still surrounded by some whispering voices.

She ignored it all.

“Sherry, check this contract again and then reconcile it with the Andrew Group side.” An employee came over and flung her a folder, looking at Sherry’s puzzled look, he frowned, “This is what Eral explained, if you have any questions, go ask him directly.”

Sherry looked at the contract and a sense of achievement came over her.

At least, it counts as a recognition of her ability.

Sherry had been working all morning to get this done and looked up just in time to see Eral coming over.

She rushed over and reported back.

Seeing how motivated she was, Eral coughed softly, “Well done, keep up the good work.”

“Okay, Eral.”

Just as Aaron came out of his office, he saw Sherry with a big smile on her face.

His expression was slightly cold as he glanced at Eral with a questioning look.

“Mr. Swift, it’s a contract with the Andrew Group.”

Something to do with the Andrew Group and that’s why she’s so happy?

The air became oppressive and Aaron tossed his hand, “Tell her to go to the Andrew Group and have a nice, long talk with Andrew.”

Eral scrambled to catch the folder and gulped, was their CEO angry again?

Sherry received the order and immediately took a taxi to the Andrew Group.

Andrew was out talking about something and when he heard the employee say that someone from Night Group was coming, he just shrugged it off and said, “Let her wait.”

“Okay, Andrew,” said the secretary, about to hang up the phone.

“Who’s that coming?”

“Name’s Sherry, Mr. Swift’s new assistant.”

Andrew instantly said, “Half an hour, I’ll be back in time.”

Sherry hadn’t waited long before Andrew walked in quickly and led Sherry straight into his office.

“Sorry, I went out to meet a client.” He said so, his forehead tinged with a little fine sweat from the broken hair that had taken some effort to run all the way up from the car park.

Sherry was busy saying, “It’s okay, I came too early and should have made your appointment earlier.”

She turned back and took the contract out of her bag and handed it to Andrew.

“Andrew, this is Night Group’s project collaboration with your company for the next quarter …”

She spoke carefully, every clause on it had been carefully checked by her, and she had learnt a lot in the past few days at Night Group, with a seriousness that shone in her bright eyes, word for word, with precision.

Andrew looked at her look and was a little lost in thought.

When Sherry finished, he didn’t see him speak.

“Andrew? Is there a problem somewhere?”