Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 188: Stella, I Love You

Claire sat nearby, quietly gesturing to Mr. Sterling.

Dad, ask quickly, hurry up and ask!

Mr. Sterling received the signal, cleared his throat, and tentatively started speaking.

"I heard... Mrs. Whitman also has a daughter?"

Selene Sloan’s smile faded a bit but still maintained her proper demeanor.

"That’s right, I do have a daughter, lost for over ten years, just found her last month."

She paused, then regained her enthusiasm.

"On the 6th of next month, I’m planning to hold a recognition banquet for her in The Imperial Capital. I hope Mr. and Mrs. Sterling can do us the honor of attending."

"At that time, I’ll arrange for someone to show you around The Imperial Capital."

She spoke, looking at Vivi Sterling, her tone friendly.

"But it’s a bit cold in The Imperial Capital at this time. Miss Sterling, do you fear the cold?"

Vivi Sterling, who had been silent, suddenly lifted her eyelids, her tone so cold it could shatter ice.

"Very much so."

"I can’t live in a place that’s too cold, I don’t intend to go that far."

With a single sentence, she effectively killed the conversation.

Mr. Sterling, angry, kicked her under the table and whispered sternly, "What are you saying!"

On the other side, Stella Grant was completely frozen.

She stared intently at Mrs. Whitman, her mind buzzing.

So it was her.

The one who previously, in the side hall of the Fordham family old residence, said she wanted to ally with the Fordham Family by marrying her daughter to Aiden Fordham, was this very Mrs. Whitman!

The sense of warmth and goodwill that had just arisen in her heart vanished instantly, plunging into the depths.

Just then, Hugh Whitman, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke, his gaze fixed intensely on Vivi Sterling.

"I can settle in Meritopia, just as long as you like it."

This was practically a confession out in the open.

Vivi Sterling, however, laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes and had a hint of sarcasm.

"Mrs. Whitman, you probably don’t know yet? I’m already eight weeks pregnant."

"Does Young Master Whitman want to become an instant father and a joke throughout The Imperial Capital?"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured overhead.

Mrs. Whitman’s face turned ghostly pale, her lips moved, but not a word came out.

Vivi Sterling didn’t give her a chance to respond and continued speaking.

"I don’t like Young Master Whitman, excuse me."

After speaking, she pushed her chair away and walked straight upstairs.

"Vivi!"

Mrs. Sterling called from behind, but Vivi didn’t even pause. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

This meal, the awkwardness was overwhelming.

But Hugh Whitman’s attitude remained unusually firm, he expressed that he didn’t mind the child, and as long as Miss Sterling was willing, he could accept any conditions.

Mrs. Whitman’s face turned green, was her son mad? Or bewitched?

Eventually, Mrs. Whitman and Hugh Whitman took their leave.

Mrs. Sterling followed behind, apologizing non-stop until her mouth went numb.

Hugh Whitman reached the door and instinctively glanced back.

He happened to see a solitary, slender figure under the landing light on the second floor.

Vivi Sterling also saw him, but she just gave a cold look, then turned and walked into the room.

The world she lived in could not accommodate any other man besides Zane Zimmerman.

As soon as Mrs. Whitman left, Mrs. Sterling and Mr. Sterling rushed into Vivi Sterling’s room.

Looking at her daughter’s back as she focused on her painting, Mrs. Sterling started off sharply, "That Eldest Master Whitman is talented and handsome, could you not be a bit more accommodating?"

Vivi Sterling didn’t stop her brush, the paint spreading across the canvas, her voice was calm, not even looking up.

"I have no intention of finding a stepfather for the child."

Mr. Sterling came in too, persuasively saying, "Daughter, there are many days to come, raising a child on your own, you still need someone by your side to understand you.

I think this Eldest Master Whitman is really good, his family and looks are impeccable, isn’t that in line with your taste?"

Vivi Sterling finally put down her brush.

She turned around, looking at her parents, her expression exceedingly serious.

"Dad, if you knew he... was impotent, would you still want me to marry him?"

"..." Mr. Sterling was immediately stumped, his throat blocked.

This wouldn’t do!

Isn’t that basically living the life of a widow? That’s worse than having no man!

"That’s impossible, right?" Mr. Sterling still couldn’t believe it, sizing up the imagined image of Hugh Whitman, thinking, "That doesn’t seem like it."

Vivi Sterling’s tone was calm, "He said it himself. So, he wants me and the child to marry him, so no one will know his secret."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Sterling’s anger skyrocketed, and she shouted.

"Useless piece of eye candy! Absolutely not! He’d dare try to scam a marriage and the child, how sinister!"

The old couple exchanged glances, no longer attempting persuasion, left cursing angrily.

Far away in the car, Hugh Whitman suddenly sneezed heavily, unaware he was caught in his own trap.

He’s out of the Sterling game!

At this moment, Stella Grant was in her room, on a call with her master.

"The Seven-color Fruit can be tried," her master’s voice came through the receiver, carrying a bit of gravity, "It has a strong numbing effect, but you’re pregnant now, don’t attempt it lightly."

"I understand!" Stella’s eyes lit up, nodding in surprise.

She carefully took out two strings of Seven-color Fruit from a delicate wooden box.

The fruits were crystal clear, full of luster and iridescence.

These were the two strings she and Aiden Fordham wore beneath the Divine Tree during their wedding.

She placed her fingertips on the fruits, gently twisted them, her eyes brimming with uncontrollable joy.

If she could develop this anesthetic, she would be the biggest beneficiary, never again enduring pain without anesthesia.

Suddenly, her expression darkened; she wondered whether the grandfather Dr. Lynch mentioned might have something to do with her own background, if indeed so, then her parents...

She dared not think further.

Just after hanging up on her master, the phone screen lit up again.

It was Aiden Fordham.

"Are you asleep?" his voice, deep and magnetic, traveled through the airwaves to reach her ears.

"Not yet."

"I’m here to see you, come out."

Stella Grant walked to the edge of the balcony.

Downstairs, that familiar black car was quietly parked under the streetlight. The tall man leaned against the car door, holding a phone in one hand, and his gaze was firmly locked on her window.

"I can’t sleep when you’re not here." He continued, "Come with me, hm?"

Stella Grant chuckled.

"All these years, I’ve never seen you have insomnia before."

He seemed a little upset, and his tone carried a hint of unreasonable assertiveness.

"From today onward, I will never leave you again. I want to sleep by your side every day until you get tired of me."

Her heart skipped a beat, "Who said I want to be with you?"

"Stella, come downstairs, I really want to hold you." He coaxed gently.

The two of them spoke these ordinary sweet words over the phone, yet they felt incredibly precious.

They had never spoken on the phone for this long.

It turns out, missing someone feels like this.

Behind the curtains in the room next door, Mr. Sterling and Mrs. Sterling furtively leaned their heads together.

"That boy is coming more frequently now." Mr. Sterling whispered, "It seems the security system at home needs an upgrade; the surveillance keeps breaking, it’s unacceptable."

Mrs. Sterling glared at him.

"A girl can’t be kept, I bet she’ll run out."

Mr. Sterling was confident, with a confident tone, "Impossible, she wouldn’t dare."

As soon as the words fell.

With a "click," the villa’s front door slowly opened.

Stella Grant’s figure rushed out from the door.

Aiden Fordham dropped his phone and strode forward, pulling her into his arms, his scorching lips covering hers immediately.

That kiss was so passionate it could ignite the night.

"..." Mr. Sterling’s face turned dark instantly.

"You lost, hand over the assignment." Mrs. Sterling gleefully dragged him away.

The kiss lasted a long time until Stella Grant was almost out of breath. Only then did Aiden Fordham release her, satisfied, watched her return to the house, and drove away himself.

The night was very deep, Roman Lynch sat in his office, staring at the wound on his hand, a malicious gleam appearing in his eyes.

Aiden Fordham, it seems your intentions aren’t straightforward; don’t blame me for being ruthless.

Suddenly, he painfully pressed at the position of his heart, quickly took a small medicine bottle from the drawer, swallowed a pill dryly, and leaned back in his chair to rest.

It’s time, once God N’s anesthetic is finished, he should close the net.

The Whitmans, it’s time to repay the debt they owe.

The next day, at dawn, Stella Grant went to the laboratory.

Soon after, Roman Lynch also arrived, and the two immediately immersed themselves in testing the Seven-color Fruit.

"It’s successful!" Stella Grant looked at the data on the analyzer, excitedly telling Roman Lynch, "This Seven-color Fruit can indeed extract anesthetic ingredients, tailored for specific body compositions, it’s a purely natural anesthetic!"

Roman Lynch was overjoyed, finally smiling on his tense face.

"Fantastic! Now, the elder in The Imperial Capital can undergo surgery smoothly!"

He looked at Stella Grant with sincere eyes.

"Miss Grant, may I ask you to make a trip to The Imperial Capital?"

Stella Grant thought for a moment, "I’ll check my schedule."

"Thank you."

In the afternoon, before five o’clock, Aiden Fordham came downstairs directly and took Stella Grant away.

Today, does the Sterling Family plan to send someone to intercept? No chance.

Following Keegan Lindsey’s date plans, he first accompanied her to a movie.

When they entered the public cinema, the combination of handsome man and beautiful woman immediately attracted everyone’s attention.

"Whoa! Is that President Fordham and God N?"

"My gosh, the richest man actually brings his wife here to watch a movie! Look at him, a milk tea in his left hand, popcorn in his right, how down-to-earth is that!"

"I’m taking this dose of PDA first! It’s so sweet!"

Flashlights and discussions erupted, and Stella Grant felt a bit embarrassed being watched.

He strode over, placed warm ginger tea into her hands, and asked softly, "What is it, don’t want to watch anymore, shall we go somewhere else?"

Stella Grant raised her eyes, her brows arching, "Of course, we should watch."

He flashed a charming smile, took her hand, and walked gracefully to the ticket check area.

During the movie, neither of them was very focused.

Aiden Fordham gently held her with one arm, while the other hand was tightly intertwined with hers, the warm palm giving out comforting warmth.

She leaned against his chest, sitting amidst the noisy crowd, feeling this ordinary love, her lips couldn’t help but curve upwards.

He wanted to do everything ordinary couples would do with her.

Soon enough, the two were trending on social media, the headlines were striking and bold.

[The Richest Man Descends to Earth, Hand in Hand with God N]

After watching the movie, Aiden Fordham took her to dine at Stellaria Restaurant.

Post-dinner, they took a walk in the backyard.

The garden was beautifully designed, the fountain with a moon shape glimmering with water, the streetlights shaped like stars, lights flickering amidst the flower bushes, romantic music floating...

The night breeze was slightly chilly, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders, hugged her on a swing, using his tall frame to shield her from the wind, gently rocking.

In the air, the scent of lilies came with the wind, intoxicating.

"Stella." His deep voice sounded above her, gentle enough to drip water, "Thank you for still being willing to stay by my side."

She raised her head and met his deep eyes, "Aiden Fordham, it’s wonderful that you’re alive."

"I didn’t know I’d fall this deeply one day." He looked at her, his eyes filled with emotions that couldn’t be dissolved.

"Stella, I love you."

As his words fell, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

They have kissed many times, but this time, it truly felt like a mutual journey.

Having undergone the trials of life and death, a fortress unbreakable had been built between them.

After a long time, Aiden Fordham gradually retreated, his forehead against hers, his voice raspy.

"Stella, I want... to have you."

"Come home with me, hm?"

Tonight, he wouldn’t let her slip away again.

Her heart quivered fiercely, she raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze swirling.