Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 166: Find a Man Who Loves You

She helped him inside the house, and warmth instantly enveloped them both.

She wrung out a hot towel and carefully wiped away the snow water from his face and hair.

The chill on his body finally dissipated somewhat.

As she was about to step away, he nervously grasped her wrist, "Stella, don’t go."

"I’m not leaving, I’m just going to cook some noodles. Wait here for me," she gently assured him.

He nodded and only then did he release his grip.

Turning into the kitchen, Stella soon brought out a steaming bowl of noodles.

"Here, eat the noodles." She placed the bowl in front of him and handed him the chopsticks.

"Be careful, it’s hot."

He lowered his head, taking a mouthful of noodles into his mouth with an elegance ingrained in his very bones.

Though he couldn’t actually taste anything anymore.

Yet, he ate with relish and sincerity.

After half a bowl, he paused and gently pushed the bowl towards her.

"Stella, you should have some too."

"Alright." She picked up his chopsticks and started eating from his bowl as well.

She deliberately slurped the noodles loudly.

"Mm, it’s really tasty. My cooking skills have improved again!"

The remark made him laugh.

But her eyes didn’t obey, and teardrops fell, splashing into the noodle soup.

After finishing the noodles, she assisted him upstairs.

In the bedroom, she brought over a basin of water, filled it with hot water, intending to wipe his body.

She reached out to unbutton the first button on his shirt, then the second...

As the shirt opened, she stopped completely.

On his chest, over his heartbeat, were tattooed three words: Stella Grant.

Beside the letters, entwined was a blooming lily, with two small red hearts dangling beneath the leaves.

The red and white were glaring against his pale skin.

Her fingertips trembled.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it firmly over the tattoo, covering it completely.

He looked at her, word by word, extremely earnest.

"Stella, in this lifetime, I won’t forget you."

"I definitely won’t, and I can’t."

"Alright." Her voice already bore a heavy sob.

She held the towel, slowly wiping his face, from his eyebrows, nose, lips...

She never expected that they would face such a day, time not yet old, yet just waiting for death.

She held back tears, swallowing them again and again.

After washing up, the two lay on the bed.

He, as before, held her tightly in his arms, his chin resting on her forehead.

"Stella, I’ll leave The Fordham Group to you."

"It will require your hard work in the future."

Her nose tingled, burying her face into his embrace, she replied softly.

"Alright."

He paused for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Just tell Grandpa that I’m on a business trip abroad, don’t let him know."

"Alright." Her heart trembled, yet she pretended to be calm.

He sighed, gently stroking her hair with his hand.

"Stella, make sure you find a man who truly loves you, and only marry him if he truly cares for you."

At this moment, he was still worried about her.

He was no longer the obsessive and frantic Aiden Fordham; he merely hoped her future life would be peaceful and smooth.

"Alright." She still responded with just one word, biting her lip until it turned pale.

She reached out voluntarily, interlocking her fingers with his, gripping tightly.

His arm around her shoulder tightened even more, pressing her deeper into his chest.

She listened closely to his heartbeat.

Thump.

Thump.

One beat, then another...

Neither dared to sleep, fearing that once they closed and opened their eyes, time would completely slip away.

They even dared not breathe too loudly, fearing that they might shatter these last moments.

The next day.

When Aiden Fordham awoke, his mind was utterly blank.

He moved slightly, feeling a soft, warm body next to him, carrying a gentle fragrance.

A sense of alarm went off in his heart.

He suddenly lifted the blanket and hurled the figure beside him away.

"Smack!"

The heavy object struck the wooden floor with a dull thud.

Stella Grant was woken with a jolt from the force, her right side violently hitting the floor, her bones almost shattered, and felt severe pain.

Before she could react, the man on the bed was already sitting up, his perfectly handsome face filled with disgust and fury.

"Get someone here!" Aiden Fordham roared, "Throw this woman who climbed into my bed out!"

The door swung open violently, Keegan Lindsey rushed inside with two black-suited bodyguards.

"President Fordham!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Seeing Stella Grant on the floor, Keegan’s face changed drastically, quickly stepping forward to help her up.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Stella Grant, in pain, had tears swirling in her eyes. Wearing Aiden Fordham’s oversized shirt, her long legs looked slender and straight, yet she appeared both disheveled and innocent at this moment.

She shook her head.

Aiden Fordham’s anger flared even more, his eyes vacant, yet cold as ice.

"Who let her in?"

"I don’t care who she is, I want her gone from Meritopia forever."

Keegan was horrified, hastily explaining.

"President Fordham, calm down. This is your wife, she’s the madam."

Upon hearing this, Aiden Fordham sneered disdainfully.

"My wife?"

"I haven’t married anyone, where would the wife come from?"

Keegan cursed internally: what a lunatic.

Stella Grant’s face turned pale instantly, oh no, his mind was scrambled again.

She freed herself from Keegan’s grasp, her voice trembling slightly, yet trying to remain calm.

"President Fordham, my apologies."

"I’ll leave without troubling you."

With that, she ran away, not even bothering to wear slippers, sprinting out barefoot.

"Bang!"

The door slammed shut heavily, the loud noise causing Aiden Fordham to pause for a moment.

He sat on the bed, furrowing his brows, contemplating for a while.

The face that was filled with rage suddenly seemed bewildered.

"Stella..."

"Where’s my Stella?"

He seemed like a child who had lost his beloved toy, his face fraught with panic, and he started rushing outside.

"Stella! Where are you?"

With a bang, he ran straight into the door panel.

Keegan was startled, quickly stepping forward to support him.

"President Fordham!"

But it was as if Aiden Fordham didn’t hear him. He suddenly stretched out his long hand and firmly clutched the area over his heart.

His handsome face twisted in unbearable pain, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat pouring.

His body softened, and he fell unconscious.

Keegan was terrified out of his wits, cradling the fallen Aiden Fordham, urgently shouting towards the door.

"Madam!"

Upon hearing the call, Stella Grant rushed back inside.

"Aiden Fordham, Aiden Fordham." She dashed to the bedside, calling his name.

The man on the bed had his eyes shut tightly, his handsome face devoid of any color, unresponsive to her calls.

He had lost all senses.

A profound fear gripped her heart.

Her trembling hands reached with care, feeling towards the area over his heart.

Beneath the shirt fabric was a warm chest, but that familiar, strong beat had vanished.

A dead silence.

"The heartbeat has stopped."

She blurted out, her voice shaking, as if drained of all her strength.

She was trembling all over, her mind a blank.

"Quick, call a doctor!" She turned, shouting at Keegan who was already scared witless.

Keegan seemed to be activated, scrambling to rush out.

Soon enough.

Three doctors with nurses rushed in, bringing emergency equipment.

"Cardiac arrest!"

"Prepare for defibrillation!"

"Adrenaline!"

The doctors spoke rapidly, their movements swift, the room instantly filled with a suffocating tension.

She paced back and forth outside the door, each step a step on the edge of a blade.

Even her breathing carried sharp pain, she prayed continuously in her heart.

About half an hour later.

The door that blocked the passage of life and death suddenly opened...