Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 177: Stellaria Built for Stella Grant

Chapter 177: Chapter 177: Stellaria Built for Stella Grant

"Great, I’m going to tell the president!"

was still jumping around enthusiastically, little hands and feet moving nonstop.

Stella Grant stared intently at the seven physical examination results projected on the screen.

1. 5 weeks pregnant, HCG: 435

2. Moderate anemia, hemoglobin: 71g/L

...

Her mind went blank, and she couldn’t focus on the last few lines at all.

Little D was still shouting, "The president has a baby!"

"I have a little master now!"

Stella suddenly snapped back to reality, rushed forward, and firmly covered its mouth, "Shut up, stop yelling, quiet down."

But the voice continued, as the sound wasn’t coming from the mouth at all.

"Still shouting? Shut up! I’ll smack you."

At that moment.

"Click."

The office door was pushed open, and Keegan Lindsey walked in.

Seeing his wife holding Little D together, tightly covering its mouth.

Hmm, this scene looks familiar...

"Wow wow, I’m so happy, today’s a big day."

The electronic voice continued to echo, Keegan ran over to the little blue dot behind it and pressed it.

Little D’s voice finally stopped, its little hands and feet stilled, almost like falling asleep.

Stella collapsed onto the sofa, exhaled heavily.

"Madam, what happened? Why were you fighting with 001?"

Keegan looked at her perplexed, if he hadn’t heard the commotion outside, he wouldn’t have dared rush in.

"This thing has a BUG, talking nonsense, it’s driving me crazy."

Stella let out a heavy sigh, couldn’t help but reach out and give it a little smack on the face.

Little D: 001’s detection is accurate, I’ve been wronged, boo hoo hoo...

Keegan was stunned for a moment, clearly disbelieving, "001 is usually very accurate, how did it mess up today?"

"Uh, where will its detection results be sent?" She shifted the topic.

"001 is linked to President Fordham’s email, the detection results are generated after five minutes and sent directly to him."

Keegan truthfully replied.

Stella’s heart sank, she tentatively asked, "You’re the assistant to Aiden Fordham, you normally manage his emails, right?"

Keegan nodded, "That’s right."

"Go, grab the tablet, let me see what kind of nonsense it’s sent just now."

Keegan walked out, returning a minute later with a tablet.

He opened the email, which contained a row of unread messages.

Stella took it over, opened one to take a look, her heart jolted, quickly deleted Little D’s report, and cleared the trash folder too.

Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

"I’ve deleted it, no need for Aiden Fordham to see it, later he might be so mad he coughs up blood, and I don’t have any medicine to save him."

Stella exaggerated, handing the tablet back.

She didn’t realize the emails, although cleaned, were stored in the vast Fordham Group cloud. Every two months engineers go through them for a final cleanup.

Keegan was straightforward, "Okay, rest assured, I won’t tell President Fordham."

"Uh, how do I clear its memory, I need to fix its bug." Stella asked.

Keegan said, "Your computer’s permissions allow you to directly access 001’s memory module."

"Alright, everything’s fine, you can carry on." Stella placed 001 on the sofa and picked up a piece of snack, taking a bite.

"The snack is good."

She went back to the computer, her slender fingers quickly moving.

Aiden Fordham returned to the computer, seeing her again buried in work, 001 lying motionless on the sofa.

Hmm? Played to death by her? Useless stuff!

Little D: ...

The sky completely darkened, Stella finally stopped her work, she held a cup of flower tea, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Her eyes took in the brilliance of the city and the bustling traffic.

Her hand instinctively caressed her still-flat belly.

That night’s frenzy, his scorching body temperature, still seemed etched into her body.

At the same time, the scene of him embracing Corinne Kensington at the restaurant felt like a thorn, causing her heart to ache.

This child... came at the wrong time.

But when considering giving up, her heart was twisted with reluctance, she couldn’t bear to part with it.

Her heart was battling between two extremes, whether to keep it or not.

Leaving Fordham Tower, the cold wind blew, she tightened her collar.

A black Maybach quietly parked by the roadside, Aiden Fordham leaned against the car.

He held a cigarette between his fingers, smoke wafting around his sharp features, giving off a melancholic yet charming vibe.

Passersby from the Fordham Group, both male and female, were captivated by him, sometimes looking back after walking a few steps, utterly entranced.

Stella lowered her eyes, pretending not to see, walked directly towards the street, ready to hail a cab.

Behind her, footsteps closed in.

He stubbed out his cigarette, his tall figure blocked her path.

"Do you want me to carry you into the car?" His voice was deep, carrying an undeniable force.

Stella was stunned, looked up at his dark eyes, finally pursed her lips, opened the backseat door, and got in.

The car smoothly started.

He looked straight ahead, maintaining the demeanor of a cold executive, slowly started speaking.

"Don’t misunderstand. I’m taking you home just as the owner of the Fordham Group showing respect to God N."

"Besides, you’re solving tech problems for Fordham and I haven’t paid you a single penny."

He phrased it so officially, so business-like, she couldn’t find a reason to react.

"Then thank you, President Fordham."

She also adopted his tone, polite yet distant.

The car weaved through the bustling city traffic, the neon lights outside swiftly falling away.

A wave of fatigue came over her. Leaning against the car window, her eyelids grew heavier, and she unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

The person beside her moved gently, a warm, large hand encircled her shoulder, drawing her small figure into his broad embrace.

The faint fragrance from her hair at the tip of his nose intoxicated his tranquil heart in an instant.

Soon, the car stopped in front of Stellaria Restaurant.

Tonight, the venue had already been cleared.

Every flower and star here bloomed solely for her.

"Stella, wake up." He gently patted her shoulder, simply worried she might be hungry.

"Aiden Fordham, don’t die..."

She seemed trapped in a nightmare, murmuring unconsciously, her long lashes fluttering uneasily.

Aiden Fordham froze, a violent tremor in his heart, tightening his arms to hold her more closely, lowering his head to kiss her soft hair again and again.

This is the person engraved in his life; he will never let go.

Around nine o’clock, Stella Grant finally woke up.

She found herself lying on an extremely soft couch, covered with a men’s blazer.

The familiar, clean woody fragrance mixed with a faint scent of tobacco domineered her senses.

She sat up and pushed open the door ahead to walk out.

In the next moment, she was completely stunned.

Right before her eyes was a vast and magnificent blue starry sky.

On the deep blue canopy, brilliant nebulae slowly moved, countless stars twinkled, wispy clouds drifted by, the entire space beautiful in dynamic motion.

It made her feel as if she could reach out and pluck the stars from the sky.

And Aiden Fordham walked over from the brightest source of light, holding a large bouquet of pure white lilies.

His face, set against the starry backdrop, was strikingly handsome.

He slipped the flowers into her arms, his warm fingertips brushing against her hand.

"Hungry?" His voice was tender, with a hint of laughter, "I’ve had the kitchen start the dishes."

She hugged the flowers, her mind still bewildered.

Looking up at this unreal sky, then at him.

"Is this... Stellaria?"

He laughed.

He rarely smiled like this, his brows and eyes open, gentle enough to drown someone.

"That’s right. This Stellaria is built especially for Stella Grant."

"Here, you can pick any star you want; they... all belong to you."

This time, he finally expressed himself clearly.

He didn’t want the misunderstanding at Coregarde to happen again.

"Built for me? Stellaria?"

Her face was full of disbelief; clearly, Corinne Kensington had said...

"That’s right, named after the letter in the middle of your name, Stellaria. Keegan Lindsey went to register it; the restaurant is recorded in your name."

He gazed at her, emotions in his eyes too dense to dissolve.

Stella Grant looked at him, astonished, her mouth slightly agape.

Suddenly remembering what he said in Mardale, that night, the grand marriage proposal was prepared for her.

His magnetic voice sounded again, "In Mardale, you said you wanted the stars in the sky. What I owe, I’m here to repay now."

She felt something gently, yet firmly, bump against her heart, her entire being tingling.

He placed the bouquet she was holding on the table beside them and then reached out his hand toward her.

"Now, as President of The Fordham Group, I formally invite God N to explore the starry sky with me."

Holding her hand, he led her to a circular area in the center of the restaurant.

She had just steadied herself when the circular platform began to move. Without any sound, it slowly ascended.

At the same time, the starry sky overhead was slowly lowering.

She was getting closer and closer to the stars.

Stars twinkling, clouds moving, a dynamic, vivid grandeur.

The majesty of the universe condensed in this piece of sky, pressing toward her, providing a potent visual impact.

She was awed into silence.

Instinctively, she reached out her hand, the tips of her fingers less than a meter away from the nearest star.

They were so bright, so dazzling, she was almost touching them.

Suddenly, there was a tightness at her waist, the next second, her feet left the ground.

He lifted her up entirely, his arm exerted force, easily raising her high.

That pose, like he was lifting his entire world.

"Go ahead, touch it." His voice was right by her ear, deep and filled with enticing power.

Her view elevated instantly. Reaching out, her fingertips finally brushed a star.

The touch was icy and solid.

Curiously, she traced the surface of the star with her fingertips.

Blue starlight flowed down her fingers, falling on both of them, enveloping them in a layer of dreamy starry glow.

This scene was unbelievably beautiful.

She looked down at him, a smile on her lips, brighter than starlight.

He was looking up, his gaze devoid of the starry sky... filled only with her.

That gaze, focused and affectionate, brimming with overflowing love.

The muscles in his arms tight from exertion, filled with masculine strength, yet his expression at her was soft beyond measure.

Every gesture, every glance.

All of it, love.

Not far away, Keegan Lindsey poked half his head out, holding up his phone, capturing several shots with "click, click."

Oh my gosh, it’s beautiful, simply too beautiful!

This maneuver is textbook-level romantic!

At this moment, Stella Grant made a decision...