President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria stood there, her skin completely drenched. Her long hair dripped water and her snow-white feet pressed against the floor. Her ankles were straight as she stood nervously.

Her toes were round and fair, her nails were trimmed nicely while unconsciously, curled from nervousness.

Nick gave her a meaningful look, he closed his computer and sneered at her, “Honey? Aren’t you going to cover yourself up?”

Noticing his gaze, Victoria looked down at herself, only to realize that even the outline of her underwear was quite visible under the bright light.

In an instant, her face, which had been pale, flushed a deep crimson, as though every drop of blood was rushing to her cheeks. In a haste, she scurried back into the bathroom, as if trying to escape the situation.

Nick wasn’t interested in continuing to watch her act, he reached for his computer and files on the side and got up. Just as he stood up, the photos within the folder slipped out and slowly landed on the floor.

Before he could pick it up, the bathroom door creaked open, and Victoria came out.

Her body was wrapped in a towel since there were no clothes available for her to change into. Her long, damp hair was slicked back, and her demeanor seemed significantly more composed than before.

“Mr. Andrews, I am sorry for this,” she said, bowing her head slightly and took out a prepaid card. “I’ll arrange a new room for you and I’m also willing to compensate you for all the emotional damage.”

“Emotional damage?” Nick repeated the words to make sure he heard them right.

Victoria held the washcloth in her grip, and her hand trembled with unease, causing the cloth to crumple under the pressure.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

Perhaps the drug was still affecting her system.

As their eyes met, a moment of hesitation enveloped her, and the words she had prepared to defuse the situation seemed to escape her.

A vivid memory of herself clinging to him and attempting to force a kiss flashed through Nick’s mind. She felt an unexpected surge of emotions within her and her face still tinged with embarrassment.

The only solace for Victoria was that, judging by Nick’s expression, he was likely unaware of her identity.

“Do you think I’m short of money? Or did you intentionally mention it to pique my interest?” Nick scrutinized her every move.

“And what makes you think I’m into you?”

Nick couldn’t help but wonder why she had claimed to be Weston’s wife during their encounter at the golf course earlier in the day and was now attempting to rectify the situation with such poor acting.

Nick no longer wished to linger in the room, and he bent down to pick up the photos scattered on the floor. The last one, however, rested near Victoria’s feet.

Victoria stepped back and picked it up.

Nick frowned as he noticed her dazed reaction, and, after a second, she handed him the photo. “I cannot imagine Mr. Andrews easily favoring someone. I take full responsibility for what transpired tonight, and if I can make amends in any way, please let me know.”

Victoria never harbored any expectations of forming a connection with him, so she didn’t take offense to his somewhat abrasive words; instead, she felt embarrassed.

The tension that had gripped her began to ease, and she regained her composure.

Somewhere else? What could it possibly be?

Nick shot her a cool glance and accepted the photo without any additional expressions on his normally reserved face.

Turning on his heels, he headed for the exit. But just as he was leaving the room, he caught Victoria saying, “Did Mr. Berkes give you these pictures?”

Nick didn’t realise that up till now, she was still trying to keep up with him.

He couldn’t help but let out a quiet, scornful chuckle, a sardonic glint in his eyes as he responded, “Don’t tell me you’re friends with this designer, looking to recommend him to me.”