Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 175: I Won’t Love You Again

In the evening, it was a family dinner at the old Fordham residence, essentially just a simple meal, with a side of celebrating Aiden Fordham’s birthday.

He returned a bit late, so it wasn’t anything too grand.

In the evening, Mr. Fordham came with his family, bringing his two daughters, Florence and Frances.

Aiden Fordham had returned from his visit to the Sterling Family.

After waiting for over half an hour, there was still no sign of Stella.

He drove back to the old residence and as soon as he entered the garden, he saw her feeding fish with his grandfather by the pond.

Winter in Meritopia isn’t too cold.

But the north wind blowing through still feels a bit chilling.

The wind ruffled her long hair, and a few strands clung to her delicate face.

She was wearing a white wool coat, with a light blue turtleneck cashmere sweater inside, making her look both intellectual and gentle.

Aiden Fordham’s expression wasn’t good as he strode over with his long legs.

"Stella."

She looked up upon hearing his voice; the man had changed his clothes, not the same ones from noon.

Dark tailored trousers wrapped around his straight and long legs, paired with a simple black shirt, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing a small part of his well-defined chest, appearing both steady and reserved.

Steven Fordham noticed his grandson’s expression, sensing they’d had a tiff, made an excuse and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The garden was left with just the two of them.

"Didn’t we agree I’d come to pick you up?" His tone carried a few suppressed flames and a small complaint.

"Why didn’t you wait for me?"

Stella’s gaze stayed on the koi fighting for food in the pond, her tone indifferent.

"Grandpa missed me, so I came over early."

"Then why didn’t you tell me?" he pursued, frowning.

"Oh, I was afraid you’d be busy," she replied nonchalantly.

Her indifferent attitude got him slightly heated, he reached out and grabbed her shoulders, turning her to face him, his tone dominant and assertive.

"No matter how busy I am, nothing is more important than you. Remember, no matter how busy I am in the future, I’ll always come to pick you up personally.

Stella looked into his deep eyes, her face clearly reflected within them, expressionless.

Suddenly she asked.

"Aiden Fordham, is it true that anyone who makes a mistake can easily be forgiven?"

He paused, surprised.

Was she talking about Corinne Kensington setting her up to be blacklisted?

He knew the answer, pondered briefly before speaking, "As long as they sincerely repent, everyone deserves a chance."

A sudden buzz.

Stella felt her heart sink into the abyss.

The bit of color on her face faded clean away, leaving a pale white.

So, he did forgive Corinne Kensington after all.

Regarding Corinne Kensington’s true nature, before Stella went to Mardale, she sent him a USB drive.

She was the mastermind planning her kidnapping, colluding with Andy Lockwood to steal D’s core data.

The evidence was ironclad.

Yet he... chose to forgive?

Her heart felt like it was being torn apart by a dull knife, agony nearing the point of rupture.

Her voice carried a sense of fragmentation, "President Fordham, you truly are generous."

She finished speaking and turned to leave.

He sensed her emotional unrest, stepped forward and grabbed her wrist.

"She indeed was wrong before, and I’ve punished her, don’t be upset anymore."

He referred to Corinne Kensington setting her up for the blacklist; he had already ordered her out of Meritopia, forbidding her from causing any more trouble.

Punishment?

Stella suddenly laughed, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes.

His idea of punishment was giving her a limitless black card and sending her abroad to polish her resume.

She flung his hand away.

"Thank you, President Fordham, for your magnanimity, I’m going inside now."

As soon as he heard the words "President Fordham," Aiden Fordham felt annoyed.

He stared at her back, unable to understand the source of her anger.

Confused.

Could she be on her period?

Counting the days, it seemed about right.

He promptly went inside and instructed the kitchen to prepare red date and ginger sugar tonic to nourish her blood.

On the long dining table, numerous sumptuous dishes were laid out.

Steven Fordham sat at the head, with Laura Monroe, Aiden Fordham, and Stella Grant on his left side.

On his right side were Mr. Fordham and his family, with their two daughters, Florence Fordham and Frances Fordham.

As the family patriarch, Steven Fordham raised his glass first.

"Come, let us all together wish Aiden a happy birthday and good health."

Everyone raised their glasses.

After setting down the glass, Mr. Fordham spoke, looking at Aiden Fordham, his face filled with lingering fear.

"Aiden, that news earlier really scared us all."

"It’s good you’re alright."

This time, Frances Fordham spoke up, "Dad, brother has God N by his side, God N is very gifted, not only saving people but also performing magic, just like Nezha with fire control."

She made a sarcastic comment, clearly intending to tattletale.

Stella acted as if she hadn’t heard, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the orange-flavored ribs on the table.

Aiden Fordham quickly reached his chopsticks to serve her a piece.

She took a bite, her eyes filled with undisguised satisfaction.

"Grandpa is the best; he always remembers that I like eating this."

Steven Fordham smiled, "Is it sour enough this time?"

She shook her little head, "Not sour enough, you could add more vinegar."

"Haha, your taste changes pretty quickly." Steven Fordham put another piece of chicken into her bowl.

This family of Mr. Fordham was embarrassed enough, and suddenly Aunt chimed in.

"Stella, you’re God N. Can you find some good medicine for Frances to use? She’s had surgery on her face twice already, and she needs to get married in the future."

Stella Grant finally looked up, glancing at Frances Fordham, "Beauty comes from within. You just need to do more good deeds in the future, and you’ll be beautiful for your wedding."

Frances Fordham exploded upon hearing this, "Everyone talks about God N being kind-hearted; clearly, they don’t know how cruel and ruthless you can be."

Aiden Fordham put down his chopsticks, and his eyes were secretly filled with hostility, "What, do you want to announce it for her?"

Aunt quickly tried to smooth things over, "Frances was joking. Oh, no way, God N is a great benefactor to The Fordham Group and was once Frances’ sister-in-law. Our whole family is grateful to her."

The words "once sister-in-law" directly touched the reverse scale of Aiden Fordham.

"Stella will always be my..."

Before he could finish, Laura Monroe interrupted, "The Whitman Family sent someone to invite you to The Imperial Capital next month to attend Miss Whitman’s family recognition banquet."

"Prepare well and pick out a gift for Miss Whitman."

Laura Monroe’s meaning was clear.

Oh, the Miss from the Whitman Family, sounds extraordinary!

Stella’s eyes flashed, and she picked up another piece of orange pork ribs.

Since Laura Monroe spoke up, it meant they were choosing another wife for Aiden Fordham.

"I won’t go." Aiden Fordham refused outright.

"What are you thinking? You were the one who proposed the divorce; are you still longing for that little celebrity?"

Laura Monroe’s wild accusations inadvertently hurt Stella Grant.

"Okay, can we still have a peaceful dinner?" Steven Fordham couldn’t stand it anymore and intervened to stop the conflict.

Then he looked at Aiden Fordham, "Who you want to marry is up to you."

He definitely knew this annoying boy wanted to rekindle an old flame.

"Thank you, Grandpa." Aiden Fordham nodded his approval.

He looked at the person beside him and used his long fingers to peel a shrimp for her.

Carefully dipping it in sauce, he placed it in the center of her plate.

She used her chopsticks to gently push it aside, not eating it at all.

Aiden Fordham’s face darkened a bit; didn’t she love shrimp? Before, when Andy Lockwood peeled them, she ate each one eagerly.

He peeled another, and again, she pushed it aside.

His expression turned gloomy as he grabbed a wet napkin to wipe his hands, not bothering to peel another.

Finally, after the meal ended and the cake was cut, Stella Grant stepped out of the mansion, ready to leave.

Aiden Fordham hurriedly caught up, pulling her back, his tall stature nearly overshadowing her completely.

"Tell me, why are you always angry?"

His voice was low, probing.

Stella Grant looked up, meeting his gaze with a blank expression.

"I wouldn’t dare be angry with President Fordham." Her lips curled slightly, coldly, "I’m full, ready to go home and sleep."

The sarcastic tone clearly showed her anger had not dissipated.

"Stella, don’t be like this; I’m scared." Aiden Fordham tightened his arms and, in one swift move, pulled her into his embrace, holding her tightly.

His chest was firm and warm, the thin fabric between them.

"There’s a gathering at Nocturne later; accompany me."

Stella Grant’s body turned rigid.

"Aiden Fordham, I won’t attend your gathering." Her voice was light, yet each word distinct, "I didn’t participate before, and I don’t want to in the future."

Her tone was cold as ice, each word sharply delineating boundaries between them.

Aiden Fordham felt she might freeze him with the cold pool in her eyes.

He tightened his embrace just a bit more.

"Stella, I hope you’ll spend today with me." He coaxed patiently, his tone unusually gentle and calm, "You don’t like social events, then we’ll not go, we’ll return to The Sovereign Estate, okay?"

She pried open the fingers constricting her waist, stepping back to maintain distance, looking at him coldly.

"Aiden Fordham, the answer you want, I’m giving you now."

"I won’t love you again."

With that, she turned and left, without a hint of hesitation.

Aiden Fordham’s mind went blank, instinctively reaching out to grab her, but his grasp landed on the part of her wrist wrapped in bandages.

"Oh!" Stella Grant gasped in pain, shrinking back.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry." He instantly panicked, releasing her as if shocked, trying to check her injury.

But she evaded his touch abruptly, her eyes reddened.

"An almost healed wound, tearing it again really hurts. Aiden Fordham, I need my own space."

"Please stop following me, will you?"

She turned again, moved away, and decisively left.

This time, Aiden Fordham didn’t move.

He just stood there, watching her silhouette vanish down the corridor.

At night, Aiden Fordham didn’t go to Nocturne but instead drank himself into oblivion...

When Stella Grant got home, she found Vivi Sterling cornered by Mr. and Mrs. Sterling at the dining table.

Mr. Sterling was heartbroken; he looked up to the sky and wailed sadly, "The pig I’ve worked so hard to raise... oh, no, the jade cabbage I’ve painstakingly nurtured has been wallowed by a pig."

Mrs. Sterling placed a bowl of deadly fish soup in front of her, "Tell me, whose child is it?"

"I promise you, I won’t castrate him!"

Stella Grant hurried over...