Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 184: Buy One Get One Free, Just Right
The car sped away, and Stella Grant tightly embraced the trembling Vivi Sterling and Claire Norton.
Her voice changed pitch with urgency, "Vivi, how are you? Are you okay?"
Vivi Sterling clutched her abdomen tightly, cold sweat dripping, her lips trembling.
"I’m fine... it’s just... my stomach hurts a little."
"It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t worry." Stella comforted her verbally, though her heart was in knots.
She turned over and patted the constantly shaking back of Claire Norton.
"Claire, don’t be afraid, someone will come to rescue us soon."
As soon as she spoke, the business car braked suddenly, the huge inertia slamming the three women against the seatbacks in front of them.
The three men in the car cursed and jumped out.
Indeed, their car had been forced to a stop by a luxury vehicle, with three more luxury cars surrounding them from behind.
Three stern men got out of the car, Aiden Fordham, Hugh Whitman, Damian Hawthorne...
Seconds later, only the sounds of suppressed groans and the dull thuds of breaking bones could be heard outside the car.
The car door was suddenly yanked open.
Backlit, a breathtakingly handsome face appeared in the doorway.
The man’s tall figure and formidable aura made the three women inside the car, still in shock, freeze in their tracks.
His profound gaze landed directly on Vivi Sterling, then he bent over and cautiously reached out to hold her.
Vivi Sterling recognized him; he was the handsome man from yesterday.
"Where do you feel uncomfortable?" His voice was deep, laced with undeniable concern.
"I... my stomach hurts a little." Her voice quavered, almost crying.
"Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital." His voice was lethally gentle, and he scooped her up horizontally without further ado.
Before getting into the car, he turned his head, his icy gaze sweeping over the crumpled kidnappers on the ground, his words laced with ice.
"Whoever laid a hand on her, take him away."
The black car shot off like an arrow.
Aiden Fordham quickly walked over, wrapping the recently disembarked Stella tightly in his arms, his grip almost crushing her.
He swiftly examined her body, his voice taut.
"Are you hurt?"
Stella shook her head in his embrace, her heart still racing.
"That man just now..."
"That’s Eldest Master Whitman, Hugh Whitman," Aiden solemnly replied. "Don’t worry, Vivi will be safe with him."
Stella was shocked.
Hugh Whitman.
So he was that god-like Eldest Master of the Whitman Family in The Imperial Capital.
She and Vivi seemed to have seen his matchmaking photos, and he was a hundred times more handsome in person.
Damian Hawthorne walked over, his custom leather shoe heavily crushing a man’s wrist on the ground.
A crisp "crack" accompanied by a piercing scream.
Only then did he turn around, taking Claire Norton into another car.
Aiden Fordham waved his hand.
"Aside from the one who hit Miss Sterling just now, hand over the rest to the Whitman Family bodyguards. Take the others away for questioning, one by one!"
Claire Norton leaned against the soft seat, tears falling like beads from a broken string.
She was clearly terrified, her small body still trembling incessantly.
Seeing her pitiful appearance, Damian Hawthorne’s heart softened to water.
He magically pulled a milk candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and held it to her lips.
"This milk candy is delicious, want one?"
She kept her lips tightly shut, turned her head away, ignoring him.
He took out a Monkey King-shaped cookie from another pocket.
"Here, this is tasty, let’s bite it and do justice."
Claire Norton still didn’t take it, just looked at him with tearful eyes.
Out of options, Damian Hawthorne pulled out a little duck.
The little duck was wrapped in a transparent bag, a soft gummy candy; he gently pressed the duck’s belly, which made a "BI" sound.
He softened his voice, gently coaxing.
"Alright, don’t cry anymore, see, even the little duck will laugh at you."
Who would have thought that Damian, the president of the Hawthorne Group, after going to the Sterling Family and meeting her, would carry these childish yet adorable snacks in his pockets at all times, like a walking mini-market, just to cheer her up.
But she wouldn’t accept them.
Damian Hawthorne furrowed his brows.
Claire Norton sniffed, hesitated, and gestured a few signs to him.
Damian immediately understood and leaned over to examine her neck carefully.
On her snow-white skin, there were indeed two distinct red marks.
His eyes instantly flared with terrifying anger.
That bastard dared to touch her!
He pulled out a sanitizing wipe, though his actions were unbelievably gentle, cautiously wiping those red marks.
"There, it’s clean now, not dirty anymore."
He coaxed softly, his voice suppressing immense anger.
"Later, I’ll cut off his tongue and braise it for you to eat."
But she wasn’t amused at all; instead, she sharply sucked in a breath, quickly signing a few more words, tears flowing once more, even more furiously than before.
Damian Hawthorne’s heart felt like it was being fiercely gripped by a hand.
He reached out, holding her entire small body in his arms.
He enveloped her with his warmth, resting his chin on the top of her head, repeatedly whispering.
"Not dirty, not dirty, our Claire is still very clean and beautiful."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head slightly and kissed her still-trembling lips.
His kiss was gentle and warm, with an undeniable comforting power, carefully tracing.
Claire Norton stared in shock, her eyes wide open, with half a tear hanging from her long eyelashes, forgotten and not falling...
On the other side, Hugh Whitman took Vivi Sterling to the hospital, and upon hearing that the baby was fine, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When Vivi Sterling came out, she thanked him again, "Thank you, were we... before..."
She wanted to ask if they had any past encounters.
His sharp eyes suddenly softened, "I’m sorry, I was abrupt. I’m Hugh Whitman, I heard Mrs. Sterling gave you my photo before."
Hugh Whitman?
"Are you the eldest master of the Whitman Family, Hugh Whitman?"
Vivi Sterling’s eyes widened in shock; his looks, his physique, his status... Wow...
If it were before, she would have pounced on him, whether sweet or not, just to find out.
But now... she adjusted her mood, "Sorry, Young Master Whitman, you know my current situation, I’m pregnant and have no plans to marry."
There was a hint of imperceptible tenderness in Hugh Whitman’s eyes as he spoke calmly, "I don’t mind, as long as you are willing... marry me, I’ll take good care of you and the child."
Vivi Sterling was again shocked by his words, something felt wrong.
Why would such a handsome man with this family background want her, a pregnant woman?
"Ahem, Eldest Master Whitman, with your status..."
He looked at her frankly, his voice low, "I’m... impotent, buy one get one free, it’s good."
Vivi Sterling: "..."
Later, she realized that this man was anything but impotent; he was fiercer than a wolf. It was all his tactical ruse...
The night was getting darker.
Aiden Fordham brought Stella Grant back to The Sovereign Estate.
"Until we find out who’s behind this, you will stay here."
"I won’t let you be in any danger again, nor do I want the Sterling Family to get involved because of you."
His attitude was so strong it left no room for dispute.
Stella couldn’t find words to refute; those thugs were targeting her, mentioning God N from the start.
Fortunately, Aiden and his team arrived in time, otherwise who knows what could have happened.
Poor Mr. Sterling, destined for a sleepless night.
Although he received a call saying everyone was safe, none of the three daughters he sent out came back.
Claire Norton was whisked away by Damian Hawthorne, claiming they were off to a top-notch dinner, which unexpectedly lasted into the early hours; having drunk too much, he dared not send her home.
Meanwhile, Hugh Whitman stayed with Vivi Sterling at the hospital for "observation" all night, seemingly to persuade her to accept him.
At this moment, Mr. Sterling sat in the empty living room, feeling like his beautiful daughters, like fresh cabbage, were all out of his control.
Danger!
Too dangerous!
Stella looked at the fragrant Coregarde full of emotions; after all the circles, she was back at this place.
She barely ate any dinner, lacking appetite, feeling stuffy and nauseous.
After dinner, Aiden held her hand, accompanying her for a walk in the garden.
The night breeze was cold, carrying the scent of lilies; Aiden took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.
Stella gathered the coat around her and softly asked him,
"Is that Eldest Master Whitman interested in Vivi?"
Aiden walked beside her, and upon hearing this, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.
"He has a long road ahead."
"Anyway, Vivi Sterling, he must marry her."
Stella stopped in her tracks, looking at him in astonishment. "Why must he marry Vivi? Vivi... is already pregnant."
Aiden was taken aback.
The next second, he laughed lowly, his chest vibrating.
He turned his head and made up an excuse.
"He can’t have children, someone like Vivi is just right for him."
Stella seemed shocked by this claim. The grand Eldest Master Whitman, actually...
Aiden extended his long arm, gently pulling her into his embrace, as the night wind rustled the branches.
"Stella, come back to me."
His voice was low and hoarse, close to her ear, carrying a bewitching allure.
"I can’t lose you again, have a child with me."
Stella’s mind buzzed, utterly bewildered.
The words ’have a child’, hit her deeply.
"Before, in Mardale, the love I couldn’t give you, I want to make it up for it... entirely."
With that, he didn’t give her any time to think, lowering his head to capture her lips.
The kiss was both passionate and domineering.
It seemed as though the world stopped at that moment, leaving only the profound love between them.
He wanted to enter her world once more, to possess her once again.
He had waited a long time for this day.
While kissing her, he picked her up and strode towards the main house.
Familiar paths, familiar rooms.
When Stella came back to her senses, she found herself placed on the soft bed, her clothes half-opened.
He stood by the bedside, his eyes filled with a desire so thick it could not be dispelled, like a devil enticing her to succumb in the dark night.
Stella’s heart skipped a beat.
