President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Worried that she’d offended Nick, she sidestepped as she sneezed, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Her face looked pale because she was wet from the rain, her hair hung down obediently against her cheeks, and her eyelashes were beaded with water.

The dress clung to her body, outlining the delicate lines.

Victoria didn’t want to get into his car, and if she drove home now, wouldn’t he find out? The renovation of his house is not finished yet, and once he finds out, it would be bad if he gets angry and affects the studio.

So she made a casual conversation, “Mr. Andrews, have you been working overtime until now?

Nick was indeed working late, he had to attend Emily’s birthday party tomorrow night, so he moved the meeting up and it just ended.

He had expected Victoria to initiate the conversation and wanted to get in the car; after all, this intersection was not good for cabs.

But she didn’t seem to have that in mind, waiting so long and asking all this nonsense question.

Nick’s heart was inexplicably a little bit angry, this silly woman didn’t understand why he had stopped the car?

“Where do you live?” His tone was cold, and the side of his face had a cold and gloomy aura about it.

“It’s close to my house.” Victoria decided to refuse to the end.

A glint of complexity crossed Nick’s eyes; it was the first time he’d ever offered to take a woman home, only to be politely declined.

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He opened the door to the car and Victoria thought he was inviting her to get in.

She was just about to make an excuse to say no again when she saw a silver umbrella handle pop up on the car door.

“Take it.”

Victoria heard him and then reacted, taking it in a hurry, thinking that it really was a premium car.

“Thanks, Mr. Andrews, I’ll return it to you some other time.”

The car door closed automatically and he said nothing.

Victoria was already drenched, and it was useless to bring an umbrella now; in fact, she wanted to ask him to borrow money for a cab.

But wouldn’t that make it clear that she didn’t want to ride in his car? That would only offend him more completely.

So she said nothing and decided to walk back.

It was a half hour’s journey, not far, but she was still wearing high heels, which was ultimately a bit inconvenient.

When he was almost home, the guard at the door saw her and his face was filled with panic.

“Miss Blackwell, you … What brings you here?”

“Come get a file for my dad.”

She said as she entered the gate with her umbrella.

Rang the living room doorbell and waited ten minutes for Cynthia to answer the door in her pajamas.

“What are you doing here?!”

Cynthia’s tone was cold, as in stopping her from entering.

Victoria looked behind her as the living room decorations were changed to Cynthia’s favorite style.

A strange smell spread through the air and her brow furrowed, “Get something for my dad. Get out of the way.”

Cynthia curled her lips and stood by holding her hands, “Get your stuff and get out of here, you were the one who wanted to leave in the first place and you’re not coming back now.”

Victoria stood on the stairs and looked at her from top to bottom.

Cynthia was inexplicably flustered and gathered her pajamas a little tighter, “What are you looking at?!”

Victoria didn’t bother to do the verbal sparring with her and went upstairs to open the door to her dad’s study.

A family photo on the desk, just Daniel, Cynthia, and Linda and Gavin.

And the picture of her and her mom was put in a drawer.

Victoria only scanned it and took the papers, but then she smelled the strange odor again, a little fishy and sour. It made her feel a bit nauseous.