Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 159: Breaking Through Her Defenses

He raised his glass for the third time.

"This one, for Stella." His voice grew a bit lower, "I want to tell her... I’m sorry. I came back too late."

Stella Grant’s fingers holding the glass tightened slightly, her eyes darkening.

"Indeed, it is a bit late." She said softly, with a sense of loss in her voice, then suddenly lifted her eyes with a smile, "But that’s okay, it’s good to finally see you!"

"Bang!"

She tilted her head back and drank the wine from her glass again.

The two of them drank glass after glass like this, later, they toasted to Keegan Lindsey, to D, to the stars outside the window, to Coregarde, and to the Divine Tree...

In the end, both of them got drunk, faces flushed, eyes blurred.

Aiden Fordham walked into the kitchen, holding out a cake with a candle on it, the cake had a smiling face drawn on it.

"Click."

He turned off the dining room light.

"Stella, come over." He beckoned to her, "Come make a wish."

She swayed as she walked over, "I wish, I hope Aiden Fordham lives to be a hundred years old!"

As she spoke, she blew out the candle in one breath.

At this moment, the two of them stood in a dark space, with only a small spotlight on the wall still illuminating.

"It’s dark, time to sleep." She staggered as she walked upstairs.

Aiden Fordham saw this, strode forward, and picked her up horizontally.

His steps were somewhat unsteady, but he still held her firmly, carrying her step by step upstairs.

"Look, I can fly!"

Stella Grant laughed, spreading her arms open as he carried her, feeling light as if she might fly away.

Aiden Fordham felt a bit dizzy too, holding the restless person in his arms, he walked to her room.

In the room, he only turned on a dim bedside lamp.

The soft light enveloped the room in an ambiguous silence.

He gently placed her on the soft large bed.

Stella’s hands still clung to his neck, refusing to let go, her nose filled with his refreshing clean scent mixed with faint alcohol.

His tall figure loomed over her, supporting on the bed’s edge, looking at her earnestly, with unbroken affection and pain in his eyes.

"From now on, take care of yourself." His voice was hoarse, with a hint of a barely noticeable choke, "Live for yourself!"

He reached out, gently stroking her soft long hair, his movement tender as handling a fragile treasure.

Stella felt her nose tingle, her eyes heating uncontrollably.

"Aiden Fordham, you won’t die, right?"

"As long as I don’t agree, you’re not allowed to die!"

She shouted domineeringly, hot tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

Aiden Fordham lowered his head, kissing her forehead.

"I won’t die, I won’t die."

"Don’t cry." Aiden Fordham bent down, gently wiping away her tears with his thumb, utmost tenderness in his action.

She seemed half-drunk, half-awake, muttering:

"Paper planes... gone... the ones I wanted to pick up... all gone..."

She babbled, like a child who couldn’t find her way home.

Suddenly, she climbed up from the bed, staggering towards the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the cramped space.

She was standing fully clothed under the shower, letting the icy water pour down, soaking every inch of fabric, clinging tightly to her skin.

Cold.

Bone-chilling cold.

But this cold couldn’t clear her muddled head at all.

A heavy block seemed to press on her chest, weighing her down, making it hard to breathe.

She looked up, water blurring her vision, washing over her cheeks as she burst into uncontrollable sobs!

Yes, she understood now, their story was coming to an end!

She couldn’t produce the antidote.

There was no time left!

She might... not be able to save him.

But how could she watch him die?

Guilt and pain attacked her, tearing at her heart.

Pain!

It hurts!

Aiden Fordham rushed into the bathroom, seeing thus scene—a thoroughly soaked, miserable, heartbreakingly crying Stella.

Aiden Fordham’s heart ached as if a part of it was brutally dug out.

He stepped forward, closing the cold water valve, then tightly wrapped her in his arms from behind, warming her with his body’s heat.

"Stella... don’t cry, don’t cry."

She turned to look at him, her tears falling like broken beads, "I can’t do it."

"What do I do, I can’t do it."

"There’s no time... what do I do..."

"I don’t want... him to die..."

Her head was throbbing, crying like a child, venting everything from the bottom of her heart.

Aiden Fordham held her, gently patting her back, "Stella, be good, don’t cry."

"It’s okay, it’s okay." His heart ached beyond restraint, his hands cupping her face, seriously telling her, "In the next life, I will definitely not forget you, nor will I miss you again."

Finishing, he bowed his head, pressing a kiss on her lips.

Stella, with no strength, tightly held his neck, as if holding a lifeline in the midst of drowning.

He merged with her, once again possessing her.

In the latter half of the night, Stella fell into a deep sleep, her breathing steady.

Aiden Fordham lay for a while, suddenly feeling like his head was about to explode.

Pain.

Sharp, intense pains attacked from all directions, almost swallowing him whole.

He stumbled, quickly stepping out of the room.

...

Only by noon the next day did Aiden Fordham wake up, feeling dizzy and confused.

He opened his eyes, the world was in complete darkness, he could no longer see.

"Keegan." He shouted once.

Keegan Lindsey hurried into the room, holding a bowl of hangover soup.

"I can’t see." He said one heart-wrenching sentence, then suddenly asked, "Why do I feel so weak?"

"I’ll call a doctor immediately." Keegan Lindsey said anxiously.

"No need." He pinched the bridge of his nose, suddenly asking, "Where’s Stella?"

"Madam, she’s still asleep, hasn’t gotten up yet." Keegan responded quickly, "Madam drank a lot last night too, I have prepared hangover soup for her."

"Who did she drink with yesterday? With you?" Aiden Fordham’s expression turned very unsightly.

Keegan was startled, his heart pounding with alarm.

Oh no, could it be that the boss forgot everything that happened last night? Wasn’t this birthday meant to create beautiful memories?

All that effort for nothing?

Aiden Fordham patted his head, it was still a blank.

Regarding last night’s madness, he had no memory whatsoever...