President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria was incredibly tired at this moment. If Nick had arrived just one minute later, she might have fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

So when she heard the sound of the elevator doors opening and closing, her eyes lit up. She looked up and immediately adopted a respectful posture. “Mr. Andrews.”

Nick, slightly pleased by the glimmer in her eyes, softened his expression. He swiped the card to enter the room, with Victoria following behind and placing the thermal pot on the coffee table.

“Mr. Andrews, this is tonight’s soup.”

The thermal pot was pink, and it looked quite delicate. Nick hadn’t expected Victoria to use a color like this for a thermal pot. In her professional demeanor at work, She gives a very competent and efficient impression in her work, never dragging her feet.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he merely unbuttoned two buttons on his suit. After Victoria delivered the soup, she intended to leave. Being alone with a man in a hotel room might give him the wrong idea. “Well, Mr. Andrews, take your time with the soup.”

Victoria turned to leave, but then she heard him say, “Aren’t you taking the thermal pot back?”

Victoria wanted to say it was unnecessary, but she thought that maybe Shannon Villa didn’t have any extras for now. After all, she rarely lived there. Besides, Nick’s words seemed to suggest waiting for him to finish eating before leaving.

So, she sat down, projecting an open and calm demeanor, which even surprised Nick a bit. “I’ll wait until Mr. Andrews finishes.”

In Victoria’s mind, Nick was a client and the soon-to-be legally divorced husband. To be frank, they had done more intimate things together, and acting overly cautious might give Nick the wrong impression. So, staying calm might leave a better impression.

Nick raised an eyebrow; there was a kitchen in the suite, and he originally intended for her to find another bowl to transfer the soup. It was already nine o’clock; she had delivered soup to a male client and was waiting in the hotel room for the client to finish drinking the soup. What was she thinking?

His brow furrowed, and he was about to ask her to get a bowl from the kitchen. However, when he looked up, he found Victoria leaning against the sofa, already asleep.

Victoria was indeed too tired. She hadn’t slept all night, drove for hours from the county to Veridian City, and then busied herself with cooking. Although cooking didn’t require much physical effort, she couldn’t afford to fall asleep during the journey. She then forced herself to come and deliver the soup, engaging in a sarcastic exchange with someone downstairs.

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Nick had never seen someone fall asleep in less than a minute. Was she pretending? He approached, hearing her gentle breathing. There were faint dark circles under her eyelids, and he remembered her saying she had to go to the county last night, which made sense now.

Nick paid no more attention to her and instead turned to take off his suit, unbuttoning his white shirt. His clean and slender figure revealed well-defined lines and a hint of explosive power beneath the taut muscles.

Victoria had experienced his fierceness in bed before, but there was clearly no chance to appreciate it at this moment. Nick casually tossed the suit aside and entered the bathroom.

When he came out, he found Victoria had pulled his suit over herself, probably feeling cold. Nick frowned, walked over, and tried to pull the suit out, but Victoria held it tightly.

A rare trace of annoyance appeared in Nick’s eyes. He couldn’t understand how a simple act of delivering soup had turned into the current situation. He took a deep breath and simply shrugged off the suit, letting her hold onto it.

Aidan called at that moment, so Nick went to the balcony to answer. “Nick, want to go out for a drink?” Aidan had a smile on his face, holding a glass. “By the way, I’m working on a new script lately. If that Poppy comes to you, tell me in detail about your interactions. Maybe I’ll get some creative inspiration.”

“Get lost.” Nick made a gesture to hang up, but Aidan seemed to sense an unusual atmosphere.

“Your tone is off. Did I hit the nail on the head? Is that beauty in your bed?”

Nick’s face darkened instantly, and he inexplicably thought of his first time with Victoria. It was indeed his first time, driven solely by instinct, and he hadn’t expected to leave so many marks on her body.

Even more unexpectedly, the unforgettable night was shared with a married woman.

His Adam’s apple rolled, dispelling other thoughts in his mind. He promptly hung up Aidan’s call.