The President’s Stubborn Love

“Remember what I said today.”

Sherry went to the sink and washed her hands, glancing lightly at Nola.

The mirror reflected only Nola’s delicate cheeks for a moment, then she turned and walked out first.

Sherry didn’t follow after her, she’d really had enough of that drama of explaining, begging for mercy and then being misunderstood.

Aaron will only use her to find reasons to get around the Garcia Family, and whether he loves Nola or marries her has nothing to do with her.

From the beginning, she was only worthy of being a pretty pawn.

Snapping.

There were drops of water falling from the ceiling.

It fell on the shoulder of her white neck as if it were a tear she had fallen.

Sherry smiled to herself, raised her hand to dry it and stepped out.

Everything around her had changed, just now those people were whispering about who she was and discussing her relationship with Aaron, when the Garcia Family’s brother and sister arrived she became the one to be loathed and despised.

Sherry had only gone a few steps when someone stopped her.

“See, once Nola appears, you’ll be out of the picture, you impostor. A thousand-year-old girl and a lowly Cinderella like you are two worlds apart. Edith laughed contemptuously, followed by several others.

Just in time, they blocked Sherry in behind a column.

Those guests were also far away and few would have noticed the commotion over here.

With a look from Edith, someone stepped forward and held Sherry down.

“This still seems to be a limited spring edition from VININ, and there are only a few of them in the world, Aaron was really nice to you about this doll.” Edith tugged at the corners of her lips and raised her hand.

There was a tear.

Sherry’s skirt was torn open in its entirety.

Exposing a bare pair of legs with nowhere to hide.

“Tsk …” Edith stared, jealous and bored, glancing to a nearby bottle of wine, calculating.

“I don’t even give a shit about Monica, let alone you Sherry, go to hell.”

Edith said, picking up the bottle of champagne next to her and rushing towards Sherry.

Nay, she was straight in the way.

“Who …”

A tall figure shielded Sherry in time, and with a loop of his arm, he held her whole in his arms.

His tall stature and the rush of his bodyguards with him caused quite a commotion.

All Sherry could smell was a familiar scent, and when she looked up again, all she saw was the cold side of Aaron’s face.

If he hadn’t arrived just in time, Sherry’s legs would have been cut by Edith.

“That’s the Smith Family’s way of treating guests, and it’s really grown on me.” His hand was always protective of Sherry.

Sherry’s head was hung low, her porcelain white skin looking soft and pitiable in the light.

“Mr. Swift don’t be angry, it’s just a misunderstanding, Edith, come and explain.” Mrs. Smith turned back to her daughter and gave her a quick wink.

Edith’s face was flushed red at this point.

“I, I …”

She stammered for a long time, but could not make up a reason.

Just then, a voice came from the side, “I asked Edith to bring Sherry something to drink, because Sherry told me she was thirsty and maybe, Edith lost her grip and the bottle broke, didn’t she?”

“Right! That’s right.”

Without thinking, Edith broke free of Aaron’s bodyguard’s hand and stepped over to Nola’s side.

So obvious a lie, yet the crowd believed it.

Because behind them are the Smith Family and the Garcia Family, while behind Sherry, there is nothing.

Even if she is the one being bullied, she will be advised that it is a blessing to suffer.

Aaron’s cold eyes swept over, his brow furrowing as he sneered, “Really? And what’s with her dress? Pouring a glass of champagne to ruin a dress like that.”

He had taken his own suit jacket early in the morning and draped it over Sherry to cover the hem of her torn skirt.

“I really only spoke to her, if you don’t believe me, ask her!” Edith glared hard at Sherry.

Without proof, Sherry ‘has no proof’ and several of them will probably band together, and by then, things will only get more confusing.

“Forget it.” Sherry gritted her teeth, “I’m fine too.”

Aaron’s fingers pressed against Sherry’s shoulder, slowly tightening, “All right?”

Aware of his gaze.

Sherry’s heart missed a half beat, but she quickly responded that he wasn’t trying to stand up for himself.

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Bringing her along and asking her to behave herself is to make the Smith Family pay.

He, who knows the truth about Monica’s bullying at the sanatorium?

The two didn’t say another word and Mrs. Smith smiled and rounded up the situation, “Well, everyone, please continue to enjoy the dinner, it’s just kids messing around.”

Mrs. Smith smiled and gave a wink to some of the wealthy wives she had always been friends with.

The scene, which had once gotten out of hand, quickly returned to its earlier happy state.

The only thing that broke off was Sherry’s skirt.

Sherry pursed her lips and didn’t say anything.

She could sense that the men around her were not happy with her performance.

“I …”

“The driver will take you back first.” Aaron said so, his cold eyes skimming over her legs. He had planned everything and timed it right, but when he saw Sherry blocked by Edith and the girls, a sudden thought came to him that he shouldn’t have had.

He regretted a little, using her as bait.

“Should I be glad I still have that little use for you, or else I wouldn’t deserve to wear such a regal gown.”

There was a touch of self-deprecation in Sherry’s voice, and a smile so inauthentic.

She raised her hand and pushed the man’s hand away from her, “Thanks to Mr. Swift’s coat, I can walk on my own.”

In that instant, Aaron’s tone sank.

“Sherry.”

Sherry, however, simply turned away grimly and walked down the steps carrying the torn hem of her skirt.

All the bustle behind her was not part of her world.

Sherry took one determined step outside, the corners of her eyes empty, not even a tear, she had thought it through, from the start, she should never have thought about it.

Aaron was still standing in place when Nola went over with a smile on her face and reached out to take his arm, “I’ve got time on my hands tonight, I can take my time with you, it’s better to bring me to future occasions like this, after all, Sherry can’t make it to the stage.”

Nola’s voice was faint.

But there was no hint of annoyance in her tone, and her appearance as a lady of the house caused many people in the room to look sideways.

“It’s a shame Mr. Swift didn’t marry her.”

“That one just now was just a show, I think.”

Nola heard some of the whispers too, and the smile that colored her brow intensified.

“Aaron, don’t misunderstand why my brother and I are here tonight, we are not here to make a fool of you, but we have heard some whispers that someone is slandering Night Group behind your back, so we have come to ask if you know anything about it.”

She wants Aaron to know that she is ten thousand times better than Sherry and that she can give Aaron what Sherry could never give.