Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 194: President Fordham, Did It Work?

Chapter 194: Chapter 194: President Fordham, Did It Work?

Stella Grant screamed as her body suddenly lost weight and fell directly into a warm embrace.

Her heart skipped a beat, and she caught a familiar scent of cool wood on him.

"Aiden Fordham, what are you doing!"

Aiden Fordham’s deep voice, laced with a faint threat, sounded in her ear,

"Why did you barge into my resting room? Quite bold of you."

Stella quickly explained, "Misunderstanding! There’s a problem with 001, and I need your authorization, that’s why I came to find you."

His face darkened, and the pressure around him seemed to drop, indicating his displeasure.

"Did you break my 001?"

Stella shook her head hurriedly, eager to defend herself, "It wasn’t me, not me! It was suddenly attacked by a virus, I didn’t tease it."

Aiden watched her serious expression, secretly amused, but he maintained his sternness, not letting go.

"After all, the problem happened at your house, you need to compensate."

Stella’s heart skipped a beat.

"How do I compensate?"

He breathed warmly by her ear, his voice carrying a lethal allure.

"Compensate yourself to me."

Stella was stunned for a moment, then realized that this man was waiting for her here all along.

Taking advantage of the situation!

She pushed him away forcefully, breaking free from his embrace, and stood up straight.

"Aiden Fordham, you did this on purpose!"

Aiden Fordham shrugged, displaying a matter-of-fact rogue demeanor. He stood up, his tall figure imposing, step by step approaching her.

"What, don’t you want the authorization anymore?"

Stella was so angry she chuckled.

"Don’t want it! 001 is your thing, fix it if you want!"

She turned to open the door, and his large hand slammed against the door with a dull thud.

His other large hand wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her back into his embrace. His head gently rested on her shoulder.

He softened his tone, his voice turning gentle.

"Don’t be mad. I’ll take responsibility and fix it, but you have to give me something in return."

Stella’s body stiffened, replying coldly, "Let go, I want to leave."

His hand on the door released, but instead of letting her go, he scooped her up effortlessly.

Stella’s feet left the ground, and she was startled, "What are you doing? Put me down!"

Within a few steps, he reached the large bed in the resting room and gently laid her upon it.

Then, he supported himself on the edge of the bed, his arms encircling her, pinning her beneath him. His deep-set eyes emitted a dangerous signal.

"Aiden Fordham, get off!"

She turned her head away, not daring to meet those eyes that seemed to draw people in.

He, however, was relentless, reaching out to turn her face back, forcing her to look at him.

His gaze was terrifyingly serious.

"Stella, don’t be mad anymore, okay?"

Stella met his gaze, seriously looking at him, each word spoken clearly.

"Aiden Fordham, what you did is unforgivable. For me, your trust has already collapsed."

Yes, his repeated indulgence and deceit had completely chilled her heart.

He immediately explained, his tone urgent, "That night at Nocturne, she hugged me first, I had already pushed her away. I never had any intimate relations with her, from start to finish, I’ve only ever had you."

Stella didn’t want to hear his explanation.

"Aiden Fordham, for the past four years, you gave her the best love. What you’ve given, can it be taken back? She is now the young lady of the Whitman Family, you’ll have even more interactions with her, I don’t want to be entangled with you anymore."

After speaking, her eyes immediately turned red.

Yes, how can those missing four years be made up for?

He was stunned, gently stroking her soft long hair, his movements cautious.

He spoke seriously, in a tone she had never heard before.

"No matter who she is, she has no place with me anymore. In the future, it will only be you."

"Those missing four years, I’ll spend a lifetime to repay, okay?"

He looked into her reddened eyes, his heart aching.

"Don’t be sad, your tears, they make my heart ache." He placed a gentle hand over his heart.

Her heart ached densely as well, her voice breaking, "Aiden Fordham, a broken mirror reunited still has cracks."

The crystalline drop in her eye finally couldn’t hold on and was about to fall.

Aiden’s heart ached terribly, he never knew the past wounds were so deep for her.

He coaxed her gently, as if speaking to a fragile treasure.

"Stella, I’ll mend this crack, I’ll spend my life to mend it, filling it with love, okay?"

She didn’t respond.

He bent down and kissed her lips.

Unlike the previous forceful and domineering kisses, this one was gentle and light, carrying a soothing power.

Stella’s tears finally broke free.

"Aiden Fordham, let go of me, I don’t want to..."

Aiden was a bit anxious now, his voice carrying a suppressed madness.

"Stella, don’t push me away again, I’m going to go insane."

He bent down again to kiss her, deeper and more forcefully, as if trying to swallow her whole...

But the deeper his kiss went, the more she cried, her entire body trembling, as if the scars in her heart were being torn open wider.

Aiden was scared, stopped all his actions, and quickly got up, holding her tightly in his arms.

"Don’t cry, I won’t touch you, won’t touch you, don’t cry, hmm?"

His chin rested on her head, gently soothing her.

Now, he cherished her like a precious jewel, not daring to be forceful or domineering.

Especially after knowing she was his savior, he wanted to present the whole world to her.

His voice was exceedingly gentle, "Don’t cry anymore, later I’ll have someone fix 001, and for what’s owed... you can decide when to repay it, okay?"

She sobbed in his arms, replying sullenly, "But I don’t want to repay."

"Alright, alright, then no repayment, whatever you say goes."

Such a gentle Aiden Fordham, no one had ever seen.

What else could turn a steel-hearted man so tenderly soft, if not love.

"Don’t cry, hmm, be good."

He continued to soothe her gently, his large hand resting perfectly on her lower belly.

Stella Grant, considering the baby in her belly, gradually stopped crying and felt much more stable emotionally.

Finally, she pushed him away, got up, and prepared to leave.

Aiden Fordham hugged her from behind again, softly asking in her ear, "Do you still have my gift?"

Her heart trembled, and after a moment of silence, she whispered, "After we return from The Imperial Capital."

He instantly became happy, his eyes lighting up.

"Great!"

This meant that she had already started to forgive him, she had softened.

This meant, at the family reunion, his chances of confessing to her were much greater...

Soon, Stella Grant walked out of the president’s office, her eyes red-rimmed.

Keegan Lindsey at the door was startled, instinctively glancing at his watch worth 168,000.

It was just... less than ten minutes.

He was shocked and hurried into the office, just in time to see Aiden Fordham leisurely coming out of the lounge, buttoning up two buttons on his shirt.

Keegan Lindsey asked nervously, "President Fordham, did it go well?"

Aiden Fordham glanced at him, unable to hide his pride in his tone.

"What do you think?"

Keegan Lindsey was a bit unsettled.

No wonder she came out crying, that was... too fast!

He rushed out of the office and immediately made a phone call.

"Send the latest research product to the headquarters for me, quickly, and the best-performing one!"

The person on the other end of the line was stunned and tentatively asked, "Assistant Lindsey, have you finished last batch? Maybe a bit of... exercise would help a lot more."

Keegan Lindsey cursed harshly.

"Get lost!"

He abruptly hung up the phone.

Soon, rumors started spreading within the company about Assistant Lindsey being "impotent"...

Stella Grant walked out of Fordham Group, and a black car steadily stopped in front of her.

The car door opened, and Claire jumped out, chattering like a magpie, making gestures incessantly towards her.

Stella Grant understood.

Tomorrow is Damian Hawthorne’s birthday.

He wants to hold a birthday party on the company’s top floor, and Claire wanted her to accompany her to pick out a gift.

Stella Grant nodded and got into the car, heading directly to Aeria Mall.

The two of them visited several high-end luxury stores, and finally, Claire’s gaze was fixed on a tie.

In a blue-gray pattern, understated yet with a sense of quality, it truly matched Damian Hawthorne’s cool and abstinent temperament.

The price was not cheap, over 20,000.

Claire broke her piggy bank just for today.

The allowance Mr. Sterling gave, she didn’t touch a penny of it, as it was the Sterling Family’s kindness; she wanted to be self-reliant.

But when the cashier calculated, she was still more than 700 short.

Stella Grant didn’t say much, she immediately took out her phone and covered it for her.

Claire carried the exquisite gift bag, her face beaming with a smile as pure as a child’s.

The two were about to go upstairs to a restaurant when a man approached them.

Dressed in black with a cap pulled low, his face looked flustered, holding a child as he quickly walked towards the restroom.

The child seemed only two or three years old, unmoving.

Stella Grant’s heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong.

Just then, her phone rang.

She stood still and answered the call; it was Roman Lynch calling.

"Miss Grant, the anesthetic test for the old gentleman was very successful, the surgery can be arranged soon."

The voice on the other end had an irrepressible excitement.

"I will be heading to The Imperial Capital for the pre-operative examination in about three days."

Stella Grant nodded and replied softly, "Okay, I should be leaving around that time too."

Today is the 1st, and the reunion is set for the 6th, so leaving in three days is just right.

After hanging up the call, she saw the man from earlier walking out.

He had changed into a beige trench coat, and the child in his arms was gone, but he now had a medium-sized black suitcase in hand.

Stella Grant’s heart suddenly shook violently.

She quickly signed to Claire in sign language, telling her to quickly find security.

The next second, she had already rushed over.

"Stop!"

The man turned around, clearly looking nervous, "What’s the matter?"

Stella Grant blocked his way, her gaze calmly falling on the suitcase in his hand.

"Sir, I suspect your suitcase contains contraband, please open it for inspection."

The man was stunned, then yelled angrily, "Who the hell are you? Don’t meddle in things that don’t concern you!"

"I’m the person in charge here." She said calmly, "Please open the suitcase."

The man completely ignored her, dragging the suitcase and turning to leave.

"Stop!" Stella Grant chased after him.

The man suddenly turned around, using all his strength to push her hard.

As her body lost balance, Stella Grant was about to fall backward.

Suddenly, a broad, warm embrace steadily caught her.

"Are you alright?" His voice was deep and pleasant.

She instinctively looked up, meeting a pair of deep eyes.

It was a completely unfamiliar face.

The man was extremely handsome, with prominent features and deep eyes, his tailored suit highlighting his tall stature and radiating a noble aura of someone long in a high position.

Behind him were four black-suited bodyguards, a formidable presence, clearly of wealth and status.

The man lowered his head, looking at her overly beautiful face, lost in thought for three seconds.

Suddenly, his pupils shook, she looked so much like... Sierra!