The President’s Stubborn Love

Sherry looked at him and many memories of the past flooded into her mind.

She just thought about it, growing more and more awake, and kept watch over Aaron until dawn.

Perhaps because Aaron was in better health, he woke up earlier than the doctor had expected.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Sherry.

The man’s brow locked and he said sternly, “Why are you here?”

Sherry’s eyes lit up with joy, “You’re awake!”

She hurried to ring the bell.

The man raised his hand and stopped her, his tone cold to the core, “You’re calling for someone now, do you think I’m not dying fast enough?”

Sherry was stunned and slowly drew her hand back.

Stood quietly in place, not daring to move again.

Aaron took a few slow breaths, “Say, what did the doctor diagnose?”

He knew that he had had a long operation and knew that the physical exhaustion and weakness that he was experiencing now was normal for the post-operative period.

When he moves his hand, it hurts along with his big arm behind it.

The pain was sharp and piercing, as if the arm had once been whisked off.

His brow furrowed in displeasure.

Sherry rushed over to support him, her voice timid but full of concern, “Don’t move, the doctor said you need to recuperate and be monitored for oxygen soon.”

She immediately pressed the oxygen absorber to Aaron’s face as the nurse had said, then mentally counted the minutes, took out her phone and wrote down the data carefully.

The whole time, it was so careful and meticulous.

Every hint of her expression was reflected in Aaron’s eyes, and he must have been dizzy, otherwise, how could he have found this woman even a little bit cute.

“Okay, Mr. Swift, so what can I do if I don’t call the nurse over?” Sherry looked at him with wide watery eyes.

The two are very close together.

After a moment of trance, Aaron said coldly, “Water.”Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Sherry did as she was told.

“Wipe the sweat.”

She immediately brought over handkerchiefs with lemon scent.

“Rice.”

Sherry hesitated for a moment, “Mr. Swift, this won’t do yet, I’ve asked for precautions, you can’t eat for a while.”

Aaron wrinkled his brow.

“I’m hungry.”

“It’s just going to have to be, well, bearable.” There wasn’t much Sherry could do, it was what the doctor had ordered.

Aaron stared at her, “Can’t you just …”

He was halfway through his sentence when his eyes noticed the suit jacket hanging on the hanger behind him, ironed to perfection, and for just a moment the man smiled dumbly.

Slowly closing his eyes, he raised his hand, “Go and unlock the door.”

Sherry immediately complied.

Turn back around and sit quietly on the edge of the bed.

“Alex’s side, what’s the action?”

“They were all outside the operating room when you were operated on and then, when the doctor said you were in a coma, they left and I don’t know where they all went.”

Sherry pursed the corners of her lips; she did have a lot to learn.

Not as facile as Eral.

I thought that Aaron would reprimand her severely, but he just thought deeply about something and didn’t say a word.