The President’s Stubborn Love

His voice was so deep, like a wine that had lost its flavor, and it fell straight into Sherry’s heart.

She was startled.

His feet slipped and his whole body fell towards Aaron’s direction.

The man’s hand was carrying his suit jacket and his face was slightly sullen as he watched her fall, without any intention of extending a hand to help her.

And averted his eyes in disgust.

“Get out of the way.”

Sherry covered her knocked calf and took a few steps backwards, sucking in a breath of pain.

Aaron had clearly walked past her and yet he had turned back.

“Pour a cup of coffee.”

Sherry oh-so-reluctantly.

Crooked foot, heading for the rest room.

Aaron glanced at her back and a rush of alcohol hit him, he dropped his jacket and collapsed on the sofa.

The mind is full of the socializing that has just taken place at the wine table.

Some people sarcastically said he was leaning on the Garcia Family and also tried to climb on him and hitch a ride with the Henry Family.

In short, none of them recognized his strength.

Bam.

When Sherry returned with the coffee, she witnessed him smashing the coffee table in the office.

Glass shattered all over the floor as he stood there, his fierce eyes frightening, knowing full well that these were rumors spread by Alex, who was bound to trip up the Night Group behind his back if he missed this time.

Lest, let Aaron return to the Henry Family in all its glory the next time.

“Heh …”

He hung his head low, his low chuckle full of sarcasm.

Sherry put down her coffee cup and barged straight in, using a tie from the bookcase drawer to bandage the cut on his hand.

No wonder, he used to always come home smelling of alcohol and with the occasional bruise.

Sherry bowed her head and tied him up.

“Gotta go to the clinic to get sterilized, let’s go.” She picked his suit jacket up off the couch and threw it directly at the man’s head, “Come on.”

Aaron tugged off his jacket and stared into her face.

The body takes half a step.

“You’re in no position to be in my business.” His eyes were extremely cold as he stared at Sherry and sneered, “Don’t think that just because you’re in the Night Group, you can …”

“I never thought of it that way, I just had to do my job as an assistant, not to mention, it’s just you and me in the whole company now, what if you sober up and deny it and slander me for trashing your office, can I say anything?”

On the entire floor, Aaron’s office is the only one without surveillance.

She didn’t want to be involved in an unspecified lawsuit.

“Why didn’t I realize before that you were so eloquent?” Aaron muttered, the booze coming back and stumbling, pressing down on Sherry’s shoulder.

Sherry thought he was too heavy and stared, “Can’t you walk by yourself? I’m not a crutch!”

“You’re my assistant, that much, heaven forbid.”

He muffled his words, his body leaning inattentively towards her.

Sherry strained to hold him up and frowned, “That’s how much you’ve had to drink!”

She reached her arm out, under his arm, and pressed the button for the lift, in a movement that was as if she were hugging him.

When Aaron looked down, he could smell the scent between her hair.

An unexplainable desire came over him and his hand involuntarily moved down.

But before she could touch Sherry, she had let go and dropped him against the lift in his entirety.

Aaron ate the pain and gave a muffled grunt.

“Is that what you do to a patient?”

Sherry glanced at him and said back, “I don’t think anyone would be like you, just getting out of hospital and going to a drinking party!”

She knew very well that Aaron had been discharged from the hospital because the doctor had gone through the back door and had told him to keep an eye on him when he returned.

He was good, he went straight to drinking.

And drinking like this.

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Aaron hung his head and suddenly curled his lips.

“Sherry, I’m still your boss now, so be polite to me.”

“It’s okay, it won’t be right away, and besides, you won’t remember it when you’re sober.” Sherry was pretty sure of that, she’d tried it many times before.

Aaron the man was a decent drinker, but generally had no memory of what happened after drinking.

Otherwise, the last time she had done something like that, he would have just strangled her when he sobered up.

Lift doors open.

Sherry helped him out and rounded the Night Building, behind which there was a clinic open 24 hours, and she struggled a little with her movements.

But gradually it felt as if the man was putting all the weight of his body on her shoulders.

Sherry gritted her teeth in anger.

“Aaron, why are you so lame! A little wine and you’re drunk like that.”

The men do not make a sound.

Sherry thought he had drifted off to sleep and sighed silently.

The whispered nagged, “Are you having a hard time in your heart to drink so much, otherwise with your position, who would dare to ply you with alcohol?”

In the darkness of the night, the man’s eyes suddenly lit up.

Sherry dragged him into the clinic, told the doctor the details and left him there alone to treat his wounds.

She turned on a dime and went off to nowhere.

Aaron stares.

When the doctor came over with the medicine box, he was met with a set of incomparably cold and harsh eyes, and he was a little overwhelmed by the gaze.

“It’s your girlfriend who brought you here, she’s gone out to buy you sour plum soup, so wait a little.”

Him, the girlfriend?

Aaron narrowed his eyes.

Nothing was said.

Within minutes, however, Sherry came running back panting, carrying a bottle of room temperature lime soup in her hand, “Doctor, how is he?”

“Almost there.” Not daring to look into Aaron’s eyes or face again, the doctor kept his head down and focused on tending to his wounds.

But the mouth nags.

“It’s okay for youngsters to fight, but you can’t do it. Look, you have to come over at night to treat your wounds, such a good girlfriend, how can you bear to be angry with her? I think it’s better for men to take the initiative and take a step back.”

Sherry listened to the oldest doctor on one side and pursed her lips tightly, trying to explain.

“We are not …”

But before the words were out of her mouth, Aaron suddenly closed her eyes and fell backwards.

4am.

Sherry had just packed everything up and was sitting on the sofa at Swift Family relaxing.

She didn’t even want to remember how she had gotten Aaron back to the Swift Family from over there; her already overworked body had no strength left at this point.

She fell to the side and slept on the sofa.

Woke up overnight with an extra beige cover blanket.

“Eral will inform you to go for training and when you come back, you will join the rest of Night Group as an advertising intern.”

A note to this effect was left on the desk.

Sherry’s eyes widened with excitement as she read what was on it.

And pinch yourself hard.

“Ah, it hurts, it’s not a dream!”