Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 200: I Won’t Do Anything, Go to Sleep

Chapter 200: Chapter 200: I Won’t Do Anything, Go to Sleep

The car door opened, and a middle-aged man in a uniform stepped out, his expression serious.

He showed his credentials to the hotel manager who came out to greet him.

"We received a report that there are serious fire safety hazards here. We now need to conduct a surprise inspection."

After speaking, he led a group of people straight into the hotel lobby.

Ethan Monroe’s face instantly darkened.

He naturally knew whose handiwork this was.

Just as he was about to flare up, the lights in the entire hotel lobby went out with a "pop" sound.

The world plunged into darkness.

The lobby manager scrambled out, his voice trembling.

"President Monroe, the hotel... the hotel has lost power."

"The backup generators have also failed."

In this snowy night with temperatures below minus ten degrees, no electricity meant no heating.

This was simply adding insult to injury.

Ethan Monroe felt a surge of old blood block his throat, his temple throbbing wildly.

He forcibly suppressed his rage, considering the presence of the two ladies, he could only fumble in his pocket for his phone and quickly dial a number.

On the other end, Hugh Whitman’s voice was indifferent, flat as water.

"Have Aiden Fordham take the people away, and the hotel will return to normal in ten minutes."

After speaking, the call was directly hung up.

Ethan Monroe tightly gripped the cold phone, his knuckles straining nearly to the point of cracking the screen.

He struggled to suppress the surging fury within his chest.

A tall figure emerged from the darkness, walking toward them.

Aiden Fordham had a white, but obviously thicker, fur-collared coat in his hand.

He walked straight to Stella Grant.

He reached out and pulled off the down jacket Ethan Monroe had just draped on her, casually tossing it into the snow.

Something that cheap couldn’t possibly befit her.

Then, he carefully placed the top-tier coat, worth millions, over her shoulders, wrapping her snugly.

His next move was to bend down and scoop her up entirely.

"President Monroe, your hotel is truly too shabby, not fit for habitation."

His voice was not loud, but carried an undeniable assertiveness.

"I’ll take care of my wife myself, so there’s no need for President Monroe to trouble himself anymore."

With that, he carried her and turned to head toward his car.

Stella struggled in his arms, "Aiden Fordham, what are you doing, put me down."

He did not let go.

"Be good, or else I’ll kiss you." His voice was soft, yet carried a domineering threat.

Stella dared not move anymore, merely quickly calling out, "Vivi."

Vivi Sterling stood there, bewildered, only managing to exchange a few awkward words with the livid Ethan Monroe before trotting along after Aiden Fordham’s pace.

The car door closed, shutting out the wind and snow.

Stella sat on the soft leather seat, her chest heaving with anger.

"Aiden Fordham, you’re so rude."

Aiden Fordham merely chuckled softly and started the car.

"The hotel’s hot spring water has problems. If Miss Sterling had entered the water today, her belly wouldn’t have kept the baby safe."

He cast a glance at the rear-view mirror.

"See, here comes the water quality inspection."

Following his gaze, Stella and Vivi turned to look.

Sure enough, two more vehicles with "Environmental Monitoring" emblazoned on them were slowly driving toward the hot spring hotel.

"No way..." Vivi was so scared, her face turned pale, her hands instinctively covering her belly tightly.

Stella looked at Aiden Fordham’s cold profile, unable to utter even a word of rebuttal.

However, she knew that Ethan Monroe tonight was definitely in for a very hard time.

He seemed to be targeted!

Aiden Fordham ultimately did not take them back to the manor.

He took them directly to a five-star hotel under The Fordham Group.

The manor was somewhat far, and the two of them seemed somewhat reluctant.

The elevator smoothly ascended, stopping at the nineteenth floor, the hallway carpet so thick it absorbed all sounds.

The manager respectfully swiped open the door, Aiden Fordham stepping aside to let them in first.

The room was large, over sixty square meters, decorated in a vibrant light blue, with a cute style carrying a hint of low-key luxury.

Only the small bed in the center of the room appeared particularly out of place.

Vivi Sterling’s gaze fixed on that small bed, unable to look away.

It was a pathetically small children’s bed, probably less than eighty centimeters wide.

She had lived for decades and this was the first time she had seen such a mini bed in a five-star hotel.

Vivi Sterling looked coldly at Aiden Fordham.

"The Fordham Group is really lavish, with a hotel costing thousands a night, yet there’s this MINI bed."

Her voice bore no warmth.

Aiden Fordham immediately put on an extremely sincere expression.

"Isn’t tomorrow the Whitman family’s recognition banquet? Young talents from all over the country have flocked to The Imperial Capital, the hotel’s been fully booked for a long time."

He shrugged, looking very helpless.

"I originally wanted to take you back to the manor, but you insisted on staying at the hotel."

"Now there are only two themed rooms left, one prince room, one princess room."

Aiden Fordham pointed to the small bed, introducing it with utmost seriousness.

"This is the prince’s bed. Sure, it’s a bit small, but it carries a very good meaning."

"If you want to have a son in the future, this is the right place to stay."

Vivi Sterling listened, dumbfounded, her eyes brightening up, "Staying in this room to have a son?"

Aiden Fordham nodded heavily.

"Yes. If you want a daughter, I can also take you to the princess room upstairs, it’s decorated in a pink theme, very beautiful."

The frost on Vivi Sterling’s face seemed to melt slightly.

She turned, walked over, and took Stella’s hand, gently shaking it.

"Stella, which one do you want?"

Stella looked at her, a smile spreading in her eyes, "You choose first, I’m okay with any."

Vivi Sterling withdrew her gaze, looked again at the small bed, and decisively said.

"Then this room it is."

Aiden Fordham felt a weight lifted off his heart, immediately turning to instruct the hotel manager behind him.

"Send the late-night snacks and fruit to Miss Sterling, make sure there’s a variety."

"Take good care."

The manager responded repeatedly, quickly retreating.

Finally stabilized this young lady.

Aiden Fordham turned and led Stella to another room.

The prince room was on the nineteenth floor, while the princess room was as far up as the forty-seventh floor.

The elevator’s numbers jumped rapidly, as if separated by a vast distance.

The princess room on the forty-seventh floor, when the door opened, a wave of sweet pinkness rushed in.

The walls, carpet, curtains, all in shades of pink.

The center of the room indeed also had a small pink single bed, looking slightly wider than the previous one, about ninety centimeters.

This setup almost made Stella laugh.

She suddenly asked, "Is this room for kids?"

"Would a child come to stay in a hotel alone?"

Aiden Fordham’s expression didn’t crack, seamlessly continuing his nonsense.

"The children from The Imperial Capital are very independent from a young age. Staying in a hotel by themselves is no problem."

"Our hotel also provides a full range of babysitting services."

Stella nodded thoughtfully.

Aiden Fordham lowered his eyes, barely able to hide the smile in his heart.

This was originally the largest family suite in the hotel, and the extra two-meter-wide bed in the room had long been removed at his request.

The space was temporarily replaced with a brand new fabric sofa set.

If the two of them stayed together, how would he have a chance tonight?

Stella Grant didn’t linger on the bed issue any longer. She walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling window and pulled open the heavy curtains.

The view outside was extremely expansive, displaying the sparkling night scene of The Imperial Capital in full splendor.

The dazzling lights seemed like scattered diamonds on black velvet.

The snow had stopped, leaving a thin layer of white covering the city roofs and streets, making the bustling city appear extraordinarily tranquil at this moment.

She gazed quietly for a long time before asking, "Where will you... stay tonight?"

Aiden’s eyes flickered.

"The hotel is fully booked." His tone carried an unmistakable hint of difficulty, "I’ll be heading back to the estate later."

He glanced at the snow outside the window.

"The roads are difficult to navigate now. I heard the road up the mountain is blocked by snow, but they’re working on clearing it."

"It’ll take about three to four hours, I should be back by then."

Stella’s expression darkened slightly.

Three to four hours?

She thought for a moment and then suggested, "Why don’t you check other hotels?"

Aiden was waiting for her to show concern for him, but he didn’t expect such a response.

His expression also darkened a little.

"Staying at another hotel would be like advertising for competitors, wouldn’t it?"

His tone carried a hint of self-mockery and grievance.

"I might as well make do in the car for a night."

In the car?

Stella immediately thought of news stories where people left the car heater running and ended up with carbon monoxide poisoning. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

That wouldn’t do.

Her gaze fell on the large sofa in the corner of the room.

"Why don’t you just sleep on the sofa?"

She pointed at it.

Aiden followed her gesture and looked over, showing just the right amount of hesitation before eventually nodding.

"Well... okay, I don’t mind."

He looked at Stella, "I’ll have someone bring another blanket, you should go shower first."

With that, he turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

The moment the door shut, all the troubled expressions vanished from his face, replaced with a satisfied smile.

In the prince’s room, Vivi Sterling finished washing up, changed into her pajamas, and had a late-night snack.

She lay down on the narrow bed, which was spacious enough for one.

Her hand gently caressed her flat stomach as she talked to herself.

If I really have a son with Zane, I’ll bring him back to Mardale in the future to show him.

He wouldn’t feel so lonely.

"Goodnight, baby."

Her voice was soft, like a feather brushing by, and she quickly fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Stella finished her shower and lay down on the only small bed in the room.

Aiden soon finished up and heading to the sofa sensibly.

The room was quiet, with only a small spotlight on, allowing their gentle breathing to be heard.

Stella lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

"Aiden Fordham." She suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" A deep response came from the direction of the sofa.

"If one day you discover that the person you’ve always treated genuinely isn’t who you imagined, what would you do?"

Her question seemed casual but was actually about Corinne Kensington’s impersonation.

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

Aiden’s voice sounded again, filled with a calm seriousness.

"Admit the mistake and make amends. I believe everything is still possible."

Stella slowly turned around in the darkness, looking in the direction of the sofa.

"Aiden, are you still worthy of trust?" Her voice was soft, yet like a heavy blow.

He also turned, meeting her gaze across the few meters of darkness.

"I’ll build a new trust bank for you, depositing into it bit by bit until it’s full."

"As long as you’re willing to give me a chance."

The corners of Stella’s lips curved into a faint smile.

"Then promise me."

She said.

"In the future, regardless of what it is, you must not keep it from me. Discuss it with me first, okay?"

"Alright." He nodded, his tone overflowing with warmth.

Stella’s eyes curved into a smile and the knot in her heart unraveled.

She said no more, turning over to face away from him, slowly drifting to sleep.

In the middle of the night.

A piercing cold woke Stella.

She curled up into a ball, opened her eyes, and saw Aiden by the heater switch, looking somewhat anxious.

He was pressing the remote panel nonstop, the "beep beep" sound particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Why is it so cold?" She asked, her voice husky from sleep.

Aiden turned back, frowning, "There seems to be a problem with the heater, get the blanket wrapped up."

Stella clutched the blanket tighter, but her teeth still chattered involuntarily.

Aiden quickly walked over, wearing only thin pajamas but seemingly unworried.

"There’s nothing we can do, can you hold on? I’ll have a space heater sent over."

Stella glanced at her phone, the screen lit up showing it was past three in the morning.

She shook her head, "It’s fine, no need to bother."

Aiden stood by the bed, hesitating for a moment, watching her shivering under the blanket.

He no longer hesitated, lifting a corner of the blanket and laying down beside her.

The mattress dipped sharply under his weight.

Stella was momentarily stiff.

"I won’t do anything, just sleep." He whispered, his breath grazing her ear.

He stretched out his arm and pulled her into his embrace.

Stella hesitated, instinctively shifting backward.

He was a natural source of heat, his firm chest like a small furnace emitting warmth.

Soon enough, she warmed up.

He held her closely, resting her head on his arm, keeping her close to his chest, warming her cold limbs with his body heat.

Stella stirred, her tense body gradually relaxing.

A hand wrapped around his waist, drawing in the warmth, slowly falling asleep.

Feeling the even breathing of the person in his arms, Aiden lowered his head, planting a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead, his eyes filled with unwavering tenderness.

This was the smallest bed the two had ever slept on, so small that turning over was a challenge.

But their hearts were so close.

Yes, this was Keegan Lindsey’s handiwork, his cleverness always earning him extra bonuses, now a confirmed millionaire.

Unfortunately, a woman eventually swindled all of it away.

In the vast night, a man on the phone issued a command:

"Tomorrow night is the acknowledgment banquet. No matter what the cost, you must bring the person to me beforehand."

"Yes, two women. Having them is equivalent to holding the lifeline of the Whitman Family."

"Who would have thought the invincible Hugh Whitman had a weak spot? Interesting."

The next day, the snow stopped, the weather unusually clear, but what it ushered in was a bloody storm...