The President’s Stubborn Love

Aaron looked at the search history that appeared on his phone screen and glanced coldly at Sherry.

The moment the phone fell to the ground, Sherry’s hand slipped and she only had time to type the word finance.

“What do you want to find out?”

“No …”

Sherry just felt a chill run down her entire spine.

This feeling of being watched closely as if you’ve done something terribly wrong is really bad.

“Mr. Swift, I’m just plain curious.” Sherry wasn’t going to be truthful, her sly eyes blinked and she held out her hand, “Can I have it back now?”

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Looking at each other, Sherry squeezed out a fairly nice smile and took a deliberate half step forward as if to please.

She knew very well that Aaron hated it when she approached.

Because he was too dirty.

She is too dirty for her methods and too dirty for her heart.

“Don’t let me know you’re playing games.” Aaron instantly waved this off coldly, stopped looking at her and stepped into the lift, Eral following after him.

The lift doors closed and Sherry breathed a slow sigh of relief; she was in the Night Group and could not afford to take things lightly.

Looking at the darkened phone screen, Sherry smiled to herself.

I don’t know when the fear of Aaron became a daily habit for her.

Sherry glanced back, thinking about the words she had overheard, and said helplessly, “Night Group is your company, what’s it to me!”

She shouldn’t have meddled, turned and took a step, heading upstairs.

Unbeknownst to her, she had just left when Jefferson appeared behind that door.

…

Off duty hours.

Sherry had just left the doors of Night Group when she received an internal message, sent in the name of the reception department.

“Sherry, go to room 669 in the Spa Hotel immediately and pick up one of the partner owners, this is an order from Mr. Swift.”

Sherry looked at the screen of her phone and then back at the building behind her, quickened her pace, took a taxi and headed for this hotel.

Little did she know that the message had been forged from start to finish.

When we arrived at the hotel lobby, this room was not occupied by any guests.

“Sorry Miss, all our guests are VIP exclusive users, the information you provided is wrong, we can’t let you in.” The waiter stood at the front desk with a smile on his face.

Sherry took out her phone and looked closely at the message to make sure she wasn’t looking in the wrong place.

Which I didn’t know, but a voice came from behind me, “She’s from our company, I’ll just take her in.”

“Mr. Carter, yes.” The hotel staff let it go dryly.

Sherry paused in confusion until Jefferson asked her with a faint smile, “Didn’t Reception tell you exactly what was going on when they sent you here?”

Sherry shook her head, “No, just asked me to come over.”

“Come with me, don’t take too long.” Jefferson showed a few moments of impatience and got into the lift.

Behind him, the floor-to-ceiling mirrored wall reflected Sherry’s white face, and her eyes caught a glimpse of the figure entering the door and she immediately raised her decibel, “I’m going to get a bottle of water, I’ll be right there.”

In this quiet and elegant hotel lobby, her loud shouting behavior was slightly rude.

Naturally, it attracted the attention of many people, including Gregorio, who had just entered the hotel and saw Sherry’s face and also saw her entering the lift with a man.

“That woman has money to go in and out of places like this? Couldn’t be, could it be Aaron …”

As soon as the thought occurred to him, Gregorio immediately took out his mobile phone.

Sherry followed Jefferson upstairs to not room 669, but room 668.

Wrong message sent?

“You go in first, I’ll bring the clients over later, the two ladies, and you’ll be well entertained.”

She was asked to come over because she had a female client to entertain?

Sherry nodded, but the defensiveness in her eyes didn’t quite dissipate.

This hotel is very upmarket and each room is equipped with an alpine spa pool and is not small, with over two hundred square feet in one room.

Sherry glanced around and slowly walked inside.

How it looked, this was a proper place of business, and Sherry breathed a slow sigh of relief, her weary spirit relaxing as the room rang with elegant vagueness.

And at that moment, in the hotel car park.

Aaron listened to the voice coming from the phone with a displeased look on his face.

Without waiting for Gregorio to finish, he simply hung up.

He did meet someone tonight, at this spa hotel, but it was not his initiative to invite them, but the partner group is the owner behind this spa hotel.

As a gesture of goodwill to Night Group, Aaron was specially invited to come and experience it.

“Mr. Swift, room number 669,” Eral said as he pressed the lift button.

Aaron’s face was cold and sullen; he didn’t like the spa and was here today for no more than a quick visit and would leave after a while.

Aaron wouldn’t be in the mood he’s in if Gregorio hadn’t just made that kind of call to confront him.

Sherry, checked into this hotel with a man?

The Andrew Group is inaugurating a branch in LA tonight, Andrew won’t be here, and Sherry is hooking up with someone else so easily? The lift went up slowly and his eyes grew colder and colder.

“Mr. Swift, this is the place.” Eral handed over the room card, it did seem to him that Aaron needed a good night’s rest.

Aaron stayed up for a week in a row during this time working on those big projects for the company.

Plus, the pressure of dealing with that side of things was too much for even him as an assistant to see.

“Pick me up in an hour.”

Aaron so commanded and walked in.

His cold eyes gazed at the decorations in this room, and his mind surprisingly conjured up a picture of Sherry by the spa pool, flirtatious and sexy.

Annoyed, he ripped off his tie and stepped into the bathroom.

Just as the men were showering, there was a sudden scream from outside.

He heard someone tumble into the hot tub from outside.

“Who!”

His eyes snapped up and his face was cold.

It’s ridiculous that a hotel of this caliber can’t even do this level of security.

The man came out in his bathrobe and saw the figure still inside.

“Get out.”

His voice was raspy and low, his harsh eyes fixed on the figure, but soon, a glint of imperceptible surprise swept through the man’s eyes.

“Sherry?”

Her body was more than familiar to him.

By now Sherry’s clothes were all wet and clinging to her body, almost blending in with the misting pool of water, but the wound in her abdomen, cut once more by a sharp object, was bleeding and gradually staining the pool.

The men sprinted forward and fished the semi-conscious Sherry straight out of the water.

His heart was irritated and his anger surged, “You’re dating a man and playing with your life, how much is that man paying you?”

Sherry couldn’t understand what he was saying.

But she had escaped from that room just to beg for a chance to live, and the moment she was fished out of the hot pool, her skin shuddered from the sudden drop in temperature that came in contact with the cold air.

The familiar questioning tone of the man in her ear reassured her instead.

“Aaron? Luckily …”

Sherry’s hand subconsciously clutched his arm, the soft, boneless touch making the knot in the man’s throat roll, and he looked at her pale, transparent cheek with growing irritation.

“I told you to die far away, not in front of my eyes.”