Forgotten Love: Mr. President, Mrs. Fordham Has Rejected You!-Chapter 209: Slept Together Last Night, Pregnant Today?

Chapter 209: Chapter 209: Slept Together Last Night, Pregnant Today?

Aiden Fordham looked at her panicked expression, it seemed that it had been a long time, so she was scared.

It was his own fault for always being too harsh before, making her cry every time.

Aiden Fordham began to coax gently, his voice low and soft, carrying a bewitching strength.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be very gentle, I won’t hurt you."

"If you’re uncomfortable, we’ll stop immediately."

"Good girl."

The last word was light and pampering.

Stella Grant felt a bit burdened but couldn’t withstand his advances.

His kiss carried a certain spell, and as it landed once more, everything became uncontrollable.

Finally, he once again passed through the jade gate, thoroughly integrating her into his life.

...[Can’t be written, just imagine, it’s sweet anyway]

Though it was only once, he was very satisfied, holding her and kissing again and again.

Before sleeping, he finally coaxed her to call him "husband."

The voice was soft, carrying her shyness.

He held her tightly in his arms, his heart pounding with excitement.

...

The night was beautiful, the scent of food wafted through the air in the garden.

Hugh Whitman held a beer, watching Vivi Sterling and Claire chatting and gesturing, laughing, his lips curled up slightly.

Suddenly, Hector Whitman walked over with a plate of meat, naturally sitting next to Claire.

He gestured skillfully at Claire.

Claire’s eyes widened instantly, full of incredulity.

She quickly gestured asking him, [How do you know sign language?]

Hector Whitman smiled and replied, [I learned it while volunteering for a while.]

Actually, it wasn’t true.

His first girlfriend was a kind deaf-mute girl.

Unfortunately, she passed away in an accident.

From that day on, he became a different person, no longer the well-behaved Hector Whitman of the past.

The three earrings on his ear were from the third year of missing her.

He wore them for her.

She said they looked good.

Hector Whitman suddenly took out a piece of black cloth from behind, lightly flicking it in front of the two girls.

In the next second, the black cloth turned into a fresh, vibrant red rose.

He handed the flower to Claire.

"Wow!" Claire clapped her hands enthusiastically, her eyes sparkling.

Vivi Sterling was also amazed, not expecting such a show from Second Master Whitman.

Before long, Hector Whitman flipped his palm again, producing a white dove flapping its wings, which he immediately released.

Claire was stunned, gesturing, [You’re amazing!]

Hector Whitman smiled again, with another flick, a delicate bracelet dropped into his palm.

He placed it directly into her hand, and Claire was overjoyed.

She eagerly searched his pockets for his secret props but found nothing.

Unwilling to give up, she gestured intensely.

[Can you make a roasted sweet potato appear?]

Hector Whitman paused, then shook his head.

Her eyes lit up even more, asking again, [What about candied haws or cotton candy?]

Hector Whitman’s face instantly darkened.

So, it turns out she’s a foodie.

Silently, he took a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and placed it in her hand.

"Buy it yourself tomorrow."

"Pfft..." Vivi Sterling was amused by his action.

Hector Whitman looked at the innocent and lively girl before him, his gaze involuntarily softening.

Keegan Lindsey loved joining the fun, casually filmed the scene on video, and sent it to the group chat.

[Single dogs, do not enter, enter at your own risk. #InduceEnvy#]

At this time, Damian Hawthorne, who was socializing at Nocturne, felt his phone vibrate.

Picking it up, he saw on the screen, a puppy-like boy sitting by Claire’s side, the two gesturing back and forth, Claire laughing heartily, delighted beyond measure.

His mood plummeted to the bottom.

His handsome face instantly turned as dark as ink.

The barbecue fest continued until nearly eleven before dispersing.

Stella and Aiden were nowhere to be seen throughout.

Claire ate so much that she was like a stuffed little pig, even needing support to walk.

Vivi Sterling helped her back to the room; they were sharing a room tonight.

Soon, Claire’s side began to emit even snoring breaths.

Vivi Sterling, however, lay with her eyes open, unable to sleep.

In her mind, over and over, was the sentence Hugh Whitman said that night.

"Vivi, the darkest times have passed, ahead is a bright future, can you walk out of the darkness?"

That damn Hugh Whitman.

Once again, he turned her heart upside down.

The next morning.

Stella Grant woke up in a warm embrace and opened her eyes to Aiden Fordham’s deep, smiling eyes.

His dark eyes were full of morning light, as well as her.

When a man just wakes up, his voice is always especially low and husky, exuding fatal allure.

He leaned close to her ear, breath warm.

"Stella, once more, shall we?"

"No," she pushed him away directly.

But he was unwilling to let go, and the previously abstinent man kissed her like a wolf...

In the end, he succeeded again, but he was very gentle, considering her feelings in every detail, ensuring she felt neither uncomfortable nor tense.

After nearly an hour of fussing, he carried her contentedly to the bathroom.

This was the first time he bathed her, Stella Grant blushed like blood, nowhere to hide.

...5,000 words omitted, truly unable to pen

When they finished washing and went downstairs, the hall was full of people.

A lovely couple descended the staircase hand in hand, Stella Grant’s cheeks flushed, and Aiden Fordham was vibrant, eyes brimming with unmistakable delight.

Vivi Sterling, Claire, Hugh Whitman, and Mr. and Mrs. Sterling, all eyes were instantly on them, with looks meaningful and somewhat teasing.

Stella Grant’s face turned as red as a ripe apple in an instant.

Mrs. Sterling walked over with a smile, dragging her aside and lowering her voice at her ear.

"Have you been naughty?"

"This is a crucial time; the baby is important, you can’t let him mess around."

Stella Grant’s face turned even redder, nodding vigorously like a pecking chicken.

Mrs. Sterling asked again, "Are you planning to tell him?"

Stella Grant nodded, eyes firm.

Yes, she was ready to tell him.

Otherwise, if she let him mess around a couple more times, there would surely be trouble.

After breakfast, Grandfather Sloan and Mr. and Mrs. Sterling boarded the private jet back to Meritopia.

Vivi Sterling and Claire decided to stay a couple more days in The Imperial Capital to explore around, planning to head back with Stella Grant.

Claire held Vivi Sterling’s arm, excitedly gesturing:

[I want to try all the snacks in The Imperial Capital, not missing a single one!]

Hugh Whitman volunteered to take on the role of a tour guide, accompanying them to the downtown food street.

Meanwhile, Stella Grant, Aiden Fordham, and Mrs. Whitman went directly to the Sloan Family estate to visit Grandfather Sloan.

The Sloan Family estate is a typical old Imperial Capital courtyard, with blue bricks and gray tiles, a vermilion lacquered gate, two majestic stone lions at the entrance, exuding understated antiquity and dignity everywhere.

Just as the car came to a stop, a spirited elderly man came out to greet cheerfully.

He wore a tunic suit with Chinese buttons, his hair white but posture upright, his brow and eyes bearing a bit of resemblance to Selene Sloan.

"Grandfather."

Stella Grant jumped out of the car, calling sweetly.

Reuben Sloan’s face immediately broke into a benevolent smile; he stepped forward and affectionately hugged her shoulder: "Ah, my sweet girl."

His gaze then shifted to Aiden Fordham standing beside him, scrutinizing him up and down.

"This is Aiden, right."

Aiden Fordham quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Grandfather."

"Good boy, come in." Reuben Sloan nodded, leading them inside.

The Sloans had only one daughter, Selene Sloan, who was dearly cherished, and naturally, Stella Grant became the apple of his eye.

Once inside, the butler served fragrant tea.

Reuben Sloan picked up his teacup, blew on the steam, but his gaze fell on Aiden Fordham.

"Do you play Chinese chess?"

"A little." Aiden Fordham answered modestly.

"Come, play a round with me." Reuben Sloan pointed to a chess table nearby.

To understand someone’s character, you first look at their game tactics.

"Okay, please advise me, Grandfather." Aiden Fordham modestly sat at the opposite side of the chessboard.

Meanwhile, Selene Sloan took Stella’s hand and led her to the little garden outside for a walk.

The plum blossoms in her courtyard were in full bloom, with a fragrant aroma, and the little rockery there had water that was already frozen.

"When you were young, you loved playing here the most. When you were four, you fell into that pond."

"When Grandfather rushed to fish you out, you were still holding a fish in your arms..."

At this, Stella Grant burst into laughter. This was her precious childhood...

Then, Selene Sloan led her into the study, where the scent of ink and aged wood filled the air.

Stella Grant’s gaze immediately fell on the broad mahogany desk.

In her deep memories, small, chubby feet had left tiny footprints on it.

Her eyes instantly reddened.

On the east side of the study stood a guqin quietly.

Selene Sloan’s slender fingers lightly swept the strings, creating a crisp trembling sound.

She looked at Stella Grant with eyes full of regret.

"Do you remember? When you were little, I played the guqin here, and you nestled in my arms, patting this guqin with your little hands."

"It’s a pity you didn’t grow up by my side, otherwise, I could have nurtured you well."

As she spoke, Selene Sloan’s eyes reddened too.

Stella Grant certainly remembered.

The first time she heard her play the guqin at the club, that scene clearly appeared in her mind.

She sniffed and softly said, "Could you play another piece for me?"

Selene Sloan replied, "Alright," and then went to sit by the guqin.

Soon, the melodious and graceful sound of the guqin echoed through the ancient mansion.

In the hall, Aiden Fordham and Reuben Sloan were engrossed in their chess game.

"Clack!"

Another piece was placed on the board.

Seeing his "General" locked down by his opponent’s "Rook," Reuben Sloan’s face turned red, and he shouted gruffly.

"Again!"

The old man had already lost three games.

Aiden Fordham’s eyes were deep, with a smile at the corners of his mouth.

Character judgment? Not today.

What he wanted wasn’t character, but skill.

Today he must leave him no room for comeback, and then make him happy again, that’s real capability.

Eventually, the old man lost again.

Staring at the chessboard, Aiden Fordham deliberately frowned.

"Grandfather, with this chess set, I don’t think you can beat me."

Reuben Sloan got a bit anxious, blowing out his moustache and glaring: "Boy, don’t tease me too much! Again!"

Aiden Fordham laughed, "This chess set doesn’t favor you, how about a change?"

Just as he finished speaking, Keegan Lindsey entered with a delicate wooden box.

When the box was opened, Reuben Sloan’s eyes instantly lit up.

It was a set of Chinese chess pieces polished from precious jade, warm and translucent, reportedly the private collection of a world chess champion, invaluable, and ordinary people wouldn’t even have the chance to see it.

Aiden Fordham made a gesture of invitation.

"Grandfather, shall we play another round?"

Reuben Sloan’s expression finally improved a bit, nodding repeatedly: "Good, good!"

This time, the old man finally won.

Aiden Fordham seemed bewildered, muttering, "It doesn’t make sense, how could I lose, could the chessboard have a favored master? Truly a match for a master."

Reuben Sloan could see through the young man’s good intention, playing chess was just a pretense, offering the chess set was the real goal.

Feeling satisfied, he pointed at Aiden Fordham and said, "Boy, it’s okay to play tricks with me, but you’d better not bully my dear Sierra, otherwise, I won’t forgive you!"

With that, he led Aiden into his studio.

"Take a look, which one do you like, pick for yourself."

Aiden Fordham raised his eyes, seeing over twenty ink paintings on the wall, each vibrant and invaluable.

Keegan Lindsey, following behind, couldn’t help but click his tongue.

The madam’s grandfather truly had a formidable family background, a national painting master indeed lives up to his name.

Finally, Aiden Fordham chose a painting titled "Lotus."

The painting depicted lush lotus leaves and two red koi frolicking in the water, intimately.

He loved the imagery of "two fish playing," so much like him and her, thriving together.

At lunchtime, a sumptuous spread filled the large huanghuali dining table.

Each dish was an authentic Imperial Capital specialty, with excellent color, aroma, and taste, making one’s appetite instantly whetted.

The old man was in high spirits, specially having Keegan Lindsey join the table.

Keegan Lindsey thanked him and calmly sat at the end.

At this moment, a servant brought out a steaming large bowl of fish soup.

Reuben Sloan smiled at Stella Grant and said, "Sierra, you must try this fish soup, it’s especially delicious, and only with the Imperial Capital’s sea bass can this flavor be achieved. Your mother loved this as a child."

As Stella Grant leaned in to smell it, her stomach suddenly churned.

She clamped her hand over her mouth, face pale, and rushed to the bathroom, retching.

Everyone was terrified.

When she came out, holding onto the wall, her face was ashen.

Aiden Fordham hurriedly went to support her, full of concern: "Is your stomach upset? I’ll take you to see a doctor."

But suddenly, Reuben Sloan burst into hearty laughter.

"You silly boy, you’re going to be a father!"

Aiden Fordham froze, his entire body stiffening on the spot.

Keegan Lindsey’s heart skipped a beat as well.

Selene Sloan was the first to react, joyfully grasping Stella’s other hand.

"Sierra, are you... pregnant?"

Under everyone’s expectant eyes, Stella Grant blushed and gently nodded.

She admitted it.

"How many weeks?" Selene Sloan asked excitedly.

"Eight weeks."

Stella Grant smiled, her baby was two weeks younger than Vivi’s, both conceived in Mardale.

In an instant, Aiden Fordham’s face completely froze.

As if struck by lightning, the news exploded above his head.

She’s pregnant?

Whose child is she carrying?

No, how could she be pregnant!

He was like a man driven mad, suddenly shaking off Stella’s hand and rushing out frantically.

"President Fordham!"

Keegan Lindsey was shocked, immediately chasing after him.

Outside the door, Aiden Fordham stood under the porch with a rigid back, his face drearily dark, eyes filled with a rage intense enough to kill.

Watching him like that, Keegan Lindsey felt his whole body turn cold.

No, something was entirely wrong.

He cautiously spoke, "President Fordham, Madam is pregnant, aren’t you... happy? You’re going to be a father, the old master would surely be overjoyed to hear this."

Aiden Fordham slowly turned his head, his gaze as cold as knives, chilling to the bone.

He squeezed out each word through clenched teeth.

"We only shared a bed last night, and today she’s pregnant?"

"The child in her womb is not mine."

Keegan Lindsey shivered all over, struck as if by thunder.