Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 207: Showing Proof, Legally Protected
Stella Grant felt both embarrassed and annoyed, and she reached out to pinch Aiden Fordham’s firm arm hard, warning him in a low voice.
"Let go!"
She broke free and walked over to the Monroe Family, politely greeting them.
"Hello Uncle Monroe, Aunt Monroe."
Mrs. Monroe snapped back to her senses, quickly grabbing Stella’s hand, her face full of smiles.
"Good girl, this child is really beautiful. Sierra, do you remember Brother Shane? You used to play together when you were young."
After she finished speaking, she took out a yellowed old photo from her bag and handed it to Stella Grant.
"Look, this is a photo from your fifth birthday, Brother Shane holding you, and you’re smiling so sweetly."
Stella Grant was momentarily speechless, not knowing how to respond.
Aiden Fordham laughed out loud, walked over, and casually draped his arm back over Stella’s shoulder, asserting his dominance.
"Mrs. Monroe, Stella has a bad memory and doesn’t remember things from her childhood."
"Besides, can a five-year-old child recognize a husband?"
These words turned Mrs. Monroe’s expression rigid.
Ethan Monroe’s anger was no longer containable; he stood up abruptly, staring directly at Aiden Fordham.
"President Fordham! These are my memories with Sierra! We’ve been engaged since childhood, and whether you admit it or not, the marriage contract between the Monroe and Whitman families has never been canceled and is still in effect!"
Upon hearing this, Aiden Fordham merely glanced at him lightly, then looked down at the somewhat defenseless person in his arms.
He frowned slightly, reaching to stroke her cheek.
"Why is your face so pale? Are you having a low blood sugar episode?"
"Let me take you to eat breakfast, lest you faint."
Before the words even fell, he unexpectedly, in front of everyone, bent down and scooped Stella up in his arms, turning towards the restaurant.
Stella gasped in surprise, protesting in a small voice, "What are you doing? Put me down!"
He kept walking, whispering possessively in her ear, "Stop fussing, or I’ll kiss you."
Stella’s body stiffened, and she dared not move, allowing him to carry her away from The Crucible.
In the living room, the faces of the three Monroe family members turned from pale to green and back again.
Magnate Fordham was just too shameless, not playing by the rules at all, going straight for snatching people!
Keegan Lindsey silently cheered in his heart: Bingo! Two-point goal!
Hugh Whitman, having just rounded the corner of the stairs and seeing this scene, twitched the corners of his mouth.
The guy is quite shameless.
But it’s really effective.
If he let his wife and child be snatched away, then he might as well commit seppuku to apologize.
Aiden Fordham carried Stella and only gently put her down when they reached a small, secluded flower hall. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
Stella looked up at him, angrily.
"Aiden Fordham, how come I didn’t know when you became so shameless."
He leaned into her, his nose almost touching hers, deeply inhaling the fragrance in her hair.
"I can’t just watch my wife be taken away by someone."
Stella shot him a glare, "No time for your nonsense, I’m hungry."
She was about to turn and leave.
But he grabbed her wrist.
He pulled her back with a force not strong, yet irresistible.
"I’m hungry too."
His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of seduction.
Before Stella could react, he lowered his head and kissed her.
The kiss was quite domineering, Stella couldn’t push him away, and then she heard his deep magnetic voice again.
"I fear, I really fear you’ll run off with that Ethan Monroe."
Stella turned her head aside, unwilling to see his aggrieved expression.
Her tone was indifferent.
"Last night, who was it throwing a tantrum everywhere?"
Aiden’s grip on her tightened, burying his face at her neck, mumbling.
"That was me being jealous."
"My wife, protecting another man in front of me, what man wouldn’t get angry? I broke down on the spot."
His warm breath brushed against her skin, causing a tingling itch.
Stella’s initial anger was somewhat dissipated by his actions.
"Stay away from me."
She suddenly pulled away, supporting herself with a pillar as she started to dry heave.
Aiden was startled, gently patting her back, urgently asking if she hadn’t eaten breakfast and if her stomach felt unwell again.
Keegan Lindsey witnessed this, secretly delighted: Could it be, she’s pregnant?
Stella’s face indeed looked a bit pale and the reaction was too intense.
Aiden picked her up once more, rushing towards the restaurant...
By noon, Steven Fordham finally arrived, accompanied by three members of the Sterling Family.
Seeing them, Stella excitedly rushed over, first embracing Mrs. Sterling.
Mrs. Sterling’s eyes were red, "Girl, I’m so happy, you’ve finally found your family."
Stella hugged her tightly, "No matter who I am or where I am, you will always be my dearest mother, that will never change."
Mrs. Whitman watched her call Mrs. Sterling ’Mom’, the sourness in her heart piling up endlessly.
When will she hear that gentle ’Mom’?
The midday family banquet was comparable to a feast of reconciliation.
The round rosewood table seating twenty was filled with four families, with tension hanging invisibly in the air, ready to snap at any moment.
The Whitman Family were hosts, yet felt as though seated on thorns.
In the air wasn’t the aroma of food, but the clash of swords.
Mrs. Monroe maintained an elegant smile, yet her words were not at all polite.
She had the butler place a small box containing a yellowed marriage contract directly in the center of the table.
"This betrothal was set by the previous generation, representing the bond between our Whitman and Monroe families. Our family has always remembered it, and now that Sierra is back, it’s time for us elders to make decisions for the young."
As soon as she finished speaking, Elder Fordham at the head of the table chuckled.
He leisurely sipped his tea, as the lid tapped the rim of the cup with a crisp sound.
"Mrs. Monroe, you’re late."
"Stella was married into our Fordham Family three years ago."
With just a look, Keegan Lindsey opened the golden box, placing two red certificates directly onto the revolving tray.
One opened up, showing a pair: Aiden Fordham and Stella Grant.
Showing cards?
As if others don’t have any.
These two red certificates had always been his prized possessions. Showing his hand, today was the day.
Elder Fordham didn’t even look, merely knocked on the table with his knuckle.
"See? Marriage certificates, legally binding. Certified by the state, stamped right here. We certainly won’t let our Fordham Family go marry into your Monroe Family."
The elder’s voice was not loud, yet every word weighed heavily, hitting the Monroe family with alternating expressions of blue and white.
Mrs. Monroe was evidently prepared; her face unchanged.
"Elder Fordham jests. Had Sierra not gone missing since childhood, none of this would have happened; she would already be our Monroe Family’s daughter-in-law."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the audience.
"What era is it now? You can get divorced after marriage and even remarry."
Her final gaze fell on Sierra, with a warm determination in her eyes.
"The position of our Monroe family’s eldest grandson’s wife is always reserved for Sierra."
Steven Fordham laughed in anger.
"That’s right!"
"The girl got lost and ended up being the daughter-in-law of our Fordham family. What does that indicate?"
"It indicates she has fate with the Fordham family, and her ties with your Monroe family have long been severed!"
Elder Fordham spoke robustly and energetically.
"I’ve cherished this girl for three years. Can you persuade her away with a few words?"
Mrs. Monroe’s gaze shifted, suddenly shifting the blame to Aiden Fordham.
"Our Ethan has never had a girlfriend since he was young; he’s deeply in love with Sierra."
"Unlike some people," she glanced meaningfully at Aiden Fordham, "entangled with actresses at one moment and publicly announcing divorce at another. With such turmoil, where is the happiness?"
She turned to Mrs. Whitman, her tone earnest.
"Mrs. Whitman, as a mother, you know a child’s lifelong happiness is most important. I’m not saying you have to choose our Ethan, but once she enters the Monroe family’s door, Ethan will never let her suffer any grievances; he will absolutely cherish her like the apple of his eye."
Mrs. Whitman awkwardly smiled and kicked her son Hugh Whitman under the table with her high heels.
Urging him to speak.
Hugh Whitman got the hint, put down the teacup, and smiled like a fox.
"Sierra’s happiness should be her choice."
"If she wants to stay with President Fordham, our Whitman family supports it. If she wants to divorce and choose someone else she likes, we support that too."
"In short, everything revolves around her wishes."
His casual words returned the hot potato to them.
He raised his hand and served a piece of chicken to Vivi Sterling, his eyes full of undisguised affection.
Vivi Sterling elegantly ate, enjoying today’s dishes which she loved.
Mr. and Mrs. Sterling sitting nearby watched the grand scene of the aristocratic drama, almost stunned.
This situation is quite intimidating; Elder Fordham’s majesty hasn’t diminished.
Mrs. Whitman, seeing her son fail to deliver, steeled herself and looked at the Sterling couple.
"President Sterling, Mrs. Sterling, Sierra was raised by you and is half a family member. In your view, which family is more suitable?"
Mrs. Sterling laughed.
She set down her chopsticks, and her spirited attitude came out immediately.
"It should depend on the child’s intention, whichever she likes."
She sharply turned her gaze and spoke with a piercing tone.
"But let me speak frankly, if anyone dares to bully Stella again, don’t blame the Sterling family for being ruthless."
As she spoke, her gaze was knife-like as she glared at Aiden Fordham.
"I’ll break his damn legs!"
Aiden Fordham paused mid-action while trying to serve Stella Grant, feeling his legs tense involuntarily.
Claire sitting beside Mrs. Sterling, matched the momentum and made a scissor gesture.
Vivi Sterling quickly understood and "translated."
"The girl said, the food’s good, give her two bowls of rice."
Claire’s face turned crimson.
She meant to say, break two damn legs! Two!
How did it become two bowls of rice!
So annoying!
The butler took her seriously, immediately serving two steaming bowls of rice, respectfully placing them before Claire.
Both bowls were hers.
Awkwardly, she picked up a bowl and started eating, trying to bury her face in the food.
Mr. Sterling looked at her with concern, peeling two shrimp silently, putting them in her bowl.
"Eat slowly."
Eventually, everyone’s focus shifted back to the eye of the storm - Sierra Whitman.
Mrs. Whitman softly asked, "Sierra, tell us yourself, what are you thinking?"
Stella Grant lifted her head, her gaze clear and firm.
"I have no intention of divorcing for now..."
Those words directly shattered all the Monroe family’s hopes.
Aiden Fordham’s heart, which had been hanging, finally settled back into his chest.
He was so thrilled, he couldn’t hide the joy in his eyes.
Stella Grant clearly felt the tense body of the man beside her relax instantly, as a warm, strong hand under the table grasped her hand tightly.
The palm was scorching, with a fine sweat.
The meal finally finished in the undercurrent of tension.
The guests scattered, Aiden Fordham pulled Stella Grant into a corner of the garden where no one was present.
After a round of kisses, he held her tightly, his chin resting on her hair, his voice hoarse and full of grievance.
"I’m afraid, I was really afraid you’d abandon me."
Stella Grant turned her head, choosing to ignore him.
But he hugged tighter,
"I’ve asked Grandpa to negotiate with the Whitman family, to make up for the missing betrothal gifts, two copies, one for the Whitman family, one for the Sterling family."
He looked at her intently.
In those deep eyes was a seriousness and anticipation she had never seen before.
"After New Year, I want to give you a grand wedding."
"I want the world to know, Stella Grant is Aiden Fordham’s wife. I want you to have a glorious second marriage with me."
He gazed at her deeply, his eyes filled with happiness.
"Stella, thank you for choosing me, I’m so happy."
After speaking, he kissed her hard.
Only long after did he let her go to breathe, watching her flushed face, he couldn’t resist kissing her again.
The moment she said she wouldn’t divorce, his world was already bright, full of warmth.
Stella Grant raised her eyes seriously, "Aiden Fordham, do I still have your trust here?"
How did he suspect she liked Ethan Monroe? Even running off with him?
Aiden Fordham’s body shook, remaining silent for a few seconds, then pulled her into his arms.
His low, magnetic voice slowly came from above, "Stella, I was wrong."
"In the future, no matter what you say, I will believe you, trust you unconditionally, obey you."
"Never doubt again."
Seeing his earnest face, she tentatively believed.
"Let’s go back, Grandpa is still waiting for me to play chess."
His warm big hand enveloped her small one, whispering in her ear, "I’ll stay with you tonight."
The marriage certificate was already on the table, he was officially the Whitman family’s son-in-law, who dared to chase him away?
Stella Grant paused, "The Whitman family princess bed is no different from a hotel bed."
He smirked, "No problem, I’ll sleep on the floor."
Some things aren’t just confined to a bed.
Moreover, today was her ovulation day; he wouldn’t leave...
