Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 168: He’s a Little Sleepy

F-Country, Lockwood Headquarters

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the top-floor office, the night was thick enough to be almost tangible.

Andy Lockwood leaned back in an expensive leather chair, his long fingers flipping through documents, the lines of his profile sharp and cold.

The door was knocked open.

An assistant walked in briskly, their voice tinged with a hint of panic.

"President Lockwood, Miss Chandler is missing."

The hand holding the pen tightened, the knuckles turning white from exertion.

He looked up, his dark eyes deep, his face maintaining its usual indifference, "Wherever she wants to go, it’s her freedom."

Yesterday, he personally sent her to the hospital, that child, had already been taken care of.

The ridiculous entanglement between them had come to an end.

He had no say in where she chose to go.

The assistant stood there, not leaving, words on the tip of their tongue, finally summoning the courage to speak, albeit with difficulty.

"I heard from the doctor that Miss Chandler... had a sudden massive hemorrhage last night. The hospital performed a second surgery to save her life..."

"Her uterus was removed."

Her uterus was removed!

These words landed like a heavy blow, striking brutally against Andy Lockwood’s eardrums.

The pen in his hand made a crisp snap, forcibly broken by his grip.

"Crack."

Something inside him shattered along with it.

He had made it so she could never be a mother!

The broken pen tip pierced his palm, the flesh torn and bleeding profusely.

Yet he felt nothing.

The assistant saw the glaring red and cried out in alarm, "President Lockwood, your hand!"

"Get out!" His voice was as cold as falling icicles.

The assistant dared not say more and quickly retreated.

The office plunged back into dead silence.

Andy Lockwood abruptly stood up, walked to the window, unable to maintain the facade of calm any longer.

His mind buzzed, filled with her heart-wrenching curses from yesterday.

"Andy Lockwood, you’re a devil! Whether it’s someone who loves you, or whom you love, you destroy them all!"

"If Senior Sister dies, it’s because you pushed her. You will regret it! You deserve it for the rest of your life!"

"Senior Sister, I won’t love him anymore..."

The blood in his palm trickled through his fingers, forming a small dark red stain on the expensive Persian carpet.

Just like a bloody hole being gouged open on his hardened heart.

Knock knock.

The door was pushed open once more, Carlos Fenton rushed in, his face anxious.

"Senior Brother, my people found Senior Sister!"

He hurried forward, handing his phone to Andy Lockwood. A video was playing on the screen.

In the swirling snow, Stella Grant’s frail body knelt in the snow, her face as white as transparency.

She had cut her wrist, red blood dripping into Aiden Fordham’s mouth.

She was truly using her blood to sustain his life.

That blood flowed for a long, long time, just like her life, slipping away bit by bit.

The hand loosened.

The phone dropped with a "thud," and the screen shattered instantly.

Carlos Fenton’s tone was almost pleading, "Senior Brother, please help Senior Sister, if this continues, she will die!"

"That is her foolishness!" Andy Lockwood spun around, roaring at him.

His eyes were filled with intense hatred, as if it could swallow a person whole.

"She can’t save Aiden Fordham! Why do something so foolish!"

"Because she is God N!" Carlos Fenton raised his voice as well.

"She cannot stand by and watch someone die! Senior Brother, have you forgotten her principle? If it were you or I in trouble today, she would not hesitate either!"

Indeed, how could he forget.

That day, he asked her personally if she would still save him if he killed Aiden Fordham.

Her answer was affirmative. Especially since it was a man she had loved for so long.

Carlos Fenton watched his pained expression, stepped forward again, his voice hoarse.

"Senior Brother, are you really ready? If you lose Senior Sister..."

He dared not finish the sentence.

Andy Lockwood dared not think about it either, dared not imagine what the world would become if he lost her.

Just like she could not face a world without Aiden Fordham.

His heart felt ripped apart by an invisible hand, leaving only his heavy breathing in the air.

After a while.

He finally forced out a few words from his throat, his voice unbearably hoarse.

"Prepare a private jet, to Mardale!"

In the evening, the snow in Mardale suddenly stopped.

The night sky was still a sheet of gray, as if covered by a gray cloth, stingy enough not to reveal a single star.

Stella Grant nestled in Aiden Fordham’s arms, there was a pleasant scent of fir on him, bringing her inexplicable peace.

She sniffed, her small hand reaching out from the warm pocket to point at the horizon.

"Aiden Fordham, there are a few stars over there, so bright." Her voice carried a childlike excitement.

Aiden Fordham’s large hand landed on her head, gently rubbing, making her soft hair a mess.

"The snow just stopped, and you can already see the stars; it seems this privilege is only in Mardale."

His words carried a teasing smile.

Stella Grant pouted defiantly, "Aren’t I Stella? Wherever I am, there are stars, right?"

The curve of his mouth deepened, his low voice vibrating by her ear.

"That’s right, you are the brightest star. You shine your light upon the world, and that is a blessing to the world."

His words contained a deeper meaning, which warmed her heart.

She turned her head, looking up at his defined jawline, cautiously asking, "Aiden Fordham, is there anything you’ve always wanted to do but haven’t accomplished?"

Yes.

She was asking about his wishes.

He seriously thought about it, then nodded, "There really are two things."

She immediately asked, "What are they?"

"Before, God N never accepted my friend request on WeChat. I’ve added them for so long, I’m not sure if they can accept it now."

Stella Grant was taken aback, then she burst into laughter, her eyes curving into crescents.

"No problem. I’ll add you when I get to my room."

"This time, I’m the one requesting to add you, satisfied?"

Aiden Fordham reached out, the warm pad of his finger gently stroking her cold little face, giving it a light pinch.

"Very satisfied, thank you God N."

Her heart felt sweet, and she asked, "What’s the other one?"

He paused, then asked gently, "The necklace that granted you blessings under the Divine Tree, is it still with you?"

"Yes, I’ve been wearing it." As she spoke, she pulled out the platinum necklace from beneath her sweater collar.

He said, "Take off the ring."

Obediently, she unhooked the chain, taking off the ring set with a pink diamond.

Suddenly, her fingers paused when she discovered three English letters engraved on the inside of the ring band.

GXN.

This is?

He took the ring, then took her right hand.

The cool metal touched her skin, as he slowly slid the ring onto the ring finger of her right hand.

The ring size was just right—neither loose nor tight, as if custom-made for her.

Her heart skipped a beat.

This is the pink diamond he bid for at the auction, worth a billion.

Isn’t this the one Corinne Kensington always longed for?

So, GXN... is Stella Grant?

Was this customized for her?

He held her hand, his broad palm completely enveloping her small hand, then lowered his head to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

"I’ve always wanted to personally put this on you, Stella, thank you for giving me this chance."

Her eyes immediately welled up.

An old question suddenly slipped out, "That day at Stellaria Restaurant, were you proposing to Corinne Kensington?"

His body paused, then he hugged her, earnestly saying,

"Everything that day was prepared for you. I’ve explained, it was a misunderstanding."

"But you called out for Corrie."

"Yes." He admitted, "At that time, I had just remembered Stella from my childhood; I was calling for Stella, ’Star’ in the sky."

"I wanted to tell her I’d missed so many years, and didn’t want to miss her anymore."

So, that night... was really prepared for her.

Tears could no longer be controlled and silently fell.

He knew she was sad, wrapping his arms tighter around her, cradling her head against his chin.

"If there’s another chance someday..."

His words trailed off midway, not daring to hope.

A warm liquid suddenly dropped onto her cheek.

She instinctively touched it, her finger stained crimson.

She abruptly looked up, anxiously pulling out a tissue to press against his bleeding nose.

"Aiden Fordham!"

He gently patted her back, soothing her, "It’s okay, don’t worry."

"I’m just a bit tired."

Leaning against her, he felt his strength slowly draining, his eyelids heavy with fatigue.

He was feeling a bit sleepy...