Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 173: The Whitman Family’s Eldest Daughter Is Corinne Kensington

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: The Whitman Family’s Eldest Daughter Is Corinne Kensington

At night, Aiden Fordham returned to The Sovereign Estate, the fragrance of lilies in the garden almost engulfing him entirely.

The intense scent made his heart ache even more, driving him mad with thoughts of her.

Perhaps because of this life-and-death experience, she had become a vivid imprint, searing into his bones and blood, impossible to erase.

He walked into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing.

He took off his shirt, the steamed-up mirror reflecting the letters on his chest, which spelled out her name.

His fingertips lightly traced the lines on his skin, his mind filled with the moments they shared, each frame so vividly clear it was maddening.

Soon, he went downstairs.

Quentin Lockwood had already arrived, sitting alone at the bar, swirling his glass in silence.

Aiden Fordham wore only a loosely tied robe, his black hair still dripping water, droplets sliding down his sharply cut neck and collarbone, disappearing into the depth of his robe.

In the dim light, his face looked so strikingly handsome it was heart-stopping.

He walked straight over to the sofa and sat down, his body sinking into the soft leather.

"Who’s the daughter of the Whitmans?" His voice was cold, like ice.

Quentin Lockwood took a sip of wine, leisurely responding, "Corinne Kensington."

Aiden Fordham abruptly lifted his gaze, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Impossible."

He said resolutely.

"Clearly, she’s Helen Warren’s biological daughter, while Stella Grant was the one adopted. How could she possibly be the daughter of the Whitmans?"

Quentin Lockwood was taken aback for a moment, setting down his glass and looking at him with curiosity.

"I thought you’d be happy to hear this news. Why, don’t you want Corinne Kensington to be the Whitman’s eldest daughter?"

Aiden Fordham’s jawline was tightly drawn, "I won’t let anyone take away her identity."

Quentin Lockwood laughed, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes, "Looks like this trip truly won you over, God N."

He leaned forward, lowering his voice a bit.

"I looked into it, Helen Warren gave birth to a boy twenty-four years ago, who was later switched. So, neither Stella Grant nor Corinne Kensington is her biological daughter."

Aiden Fordham’s pupils shrank suddenly.

"Then what’s the basis for the Whitman’s acknowledgment?"

"Of course, it’s the DNA test," Quentin Lockwood answered decisively, "Apparently, the Whitman Family also kept a butterfly-shaped jade pendant. Both matched. Mrs. Whitman is now treasuring it immensely and has already taken Corinne Kensington to The Imperial Capital."

He paused, then added, "I’ve heard, they’re planning an acknowledgment banquet next month, inviting aristocrats from around the world. Ostensibly, it’s for acknowledgment, but secretly, it’s to find a good son-in-law for this regained treasure of a daughter.

Of course, you, Eldest Master Fordham, are definitely at the top of the invitation list, with good chances, given your ’emotional foundation.’

Aiden Fordham’s expression was so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it.

"No, there’s definitely a mistake somewhere," he murmured to himself, then his gaze turned sharp, "Check it again!"

Quentin Lockwood shrugged, "Alright, then I’ll go over all the clues again."

"Do you have a way to get the DNA of the Whitmans?" Aiden Fordham asked again.

"That’s not difficult," Quentin Lockwood answered confidently.

"How’s the investigation from four years ago going?"

Quentin Lockwood poured himself another glass of wine, speaking slowly and leisurely, "Looked into it. At that time, there were three ships at sea. You were on one, Corinne Kensington on another, and the last was Andy Lockwood’s, where Stella Grant was."

"However, everyone saw Corinne Kensington jumping into the sea to save you."

Seeing the instant change in Aiden Fordham’s expression, he continued:

"But a lot of key information seems deliberately erased. Maybe it’s to protect God N deliberately, our people have already gone to make discreet inquiries, and we should have results soon."

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Aiden Fordham suddenly asked in a slightly hoarse voice, "How do you make a woman fall in love with you again?"

Quentin Lockwood chuckled.

"With your resources, Eldest Master Fordham, do you still need to ask me? Just two ways. First, forcibly win her over in bed. Second, play the charming card, relentlessly tempting her, and then winning her over."

Aiden Fordham glanced at him, "Drink up, see yourself out."

He turned and walked upstairs, having no intention to entertain Quentin Lockwood’s nonsense any longer.

Returning to the room, it was empty, with her shadow seeming to linger in every corner.

He took out his phone, opening the newly added contact ’N.’

He sent a message: [Asleep?]

No response.

He sent another: [Tonight’s starry sky is so bright, have you seen it?]

Still like a stone sinking into the sea.

His heart perturbed, eventually, he gave in, sending: [I have a headache, could it be the virus isn’t fully cleared?]

This time, the other side finally replied with a symbol: [?]

Aiden Fordham’s eyes lit up, his entire body bouncing off the bed, excitement unable to be hidden on his face.

He instantly continued to weave a message: [I have a headache, can’t sleep. Do you have any medicine? Could you bring it to The Sovereign Estate?]

The other side seemed to hesitate, replying after a while: [It’s too late. Is it really bad now?]

[Yes, very bad.]

He typed without thinking: [Should I come to find you?]

The other side was silent.

Just when Aiden Fordham’s heart was about to sink, his phone vibrated, a word popping up on the screen: [Okay.]

Aiden Fordham felt his blood boil all over, like he’d taken adrenaline, jumping off the bed immediately and rushing to the wardrobe to change clothes in a flurry.

Half an hour later, Aiden Fordham’s Rolls Royce silently stopped outside the Sterling Manor gates.

By this time, it was already nearing midnight.

He didn’t get out of the car, just quietly watched the tightly closed gate, only reaching out to open the car’s rear door as it slowly opened.

Inside the main bedroom on the east side of the Sterling Manor, two heads peeked out from behind the curtain seams.

Mrs. Sterling huffed with anger, "That Aiden Fordham is truly bold, daring to blatantly come by at midnight to steal someone away?"

She kicked Mr. Sterling beside her, "Go, bring her back to me!"

Mr. Sterling looked helpless, "What if... Stella still likes him?"

"Does that scoundrel deserve to be our son-in-law?" Mrs. Sterling glared, "Did you forget the divorce announcement?"

Mr. Sterling suddenly was furious, "The bastard dares to come, I’ll break his legs!"

Mr. Sterling hurriedly threw on a robe and rushed downstairs.

The car door opened, Stella Grant bent down, only to be forcefully pulled inside by a giant force.

She gasped, falling heavily into a scorching embrace.

Aiden Fordham held her tightly, burying his head in her neck, inhaling her sweet aroma greedily, feeling the hollow and agitation in his heart instantly filled.

The partition in the car quietly fell, the driver quickly exited.

In this narrow private space, she pressed tightly against his strong body.

"Weren’t you having a headache?" Stella’s voice was slightly unsteady, "Try one of these pills first, it might relieve it."

Aiden Fordham took the small pill bottle, tossing it aside casually, pulling her even closer.

"Seeing you makes it a bit better." His voice was low and husky, "Don’t move, let me hold you for a while."

Stella Grant stiffly pressed against his chest, with two unbuttoned buttons revealing irresistible pectoral muscles.

His powerful heartbeat thumped in her ears, one after the other, pounding on her heart.

This heart, beating so strongly.

He truly came back to life.

She suddenly felt a bit lost.

Aiden Fordham, seeing her behaving unusually well, was delighted, could she be thinking of him too?

He breathed warmly in her ear, softly saying, "Stella, come back to The Sovereign Estate with me, hmm?"

He was like a devil in the night, tempting her.

After saying this, a warm and wet kiss landed on her sensitive earlobe.

The temperature inside the car instantly became ambiguous and unclear.

Stella Grant shivered all over, abruptly pushing him away, "Aiden Fordham, I don’t like you this way."

"Stella, it’s my birthday." He looked at her, his gaze deep, "I want an answer."

No mistake, what he had asked her back then was, ’Can you love me again?’

This answer was too heavy, putting her in a dilemma, and she hesitated.

So, he asked another way, "Can you give me a present?"

"What do you want?" She softly asked.

"Give yourself to me!"

No mistake, he wanted to win her over!

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