President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Aidan is a screenwriter, best at capturing the minutiae to diverge his thoughts. But tonight, he guessed right; Nick and Victoria are sharing a room. Even if it’s not in bed, for Nick, it’s already an exception. Especially when he turned into the room and saw Victoria exposing large patches of skin from his shirt around her neck. Any woman draping a man’s clothes over her body exudes a unique charm. Moreover, the night is the best breeding ground for ambiguity.”

Nick frowned and went straight into the master bedroom. He felt the just warm shower wasn’t right; he should take a cold one. At the same time, the increasing agitation in his heart, who would sleep so defenselessly in a male client’s room?

Was he overthinking, or did Victoria have ulterior motives?

Nick’s gaze fell on a blanket on the bed, thinking about the suit draped over her. He bent down, picked it up, and returned to the living room. He casually unfolded it and covered her, deliberately increasing the distance between them.

Having done all this, he paid no more attention and returned to the master bedroom, lying down on the bed. When he wasn’t working overtime, he was disciplined and rested by ten. However, when he worked overtime for days and nights, he never felt tired either. As his eyes closed, he heard a sound from the living room, like something being kicked. He deliberately ignored it, blocking out her and fell asleep.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Victoria woke up in the middle of the night. She frowned, first rubbing her eyes in confusion. When she remembered where she was, she quickly stood up. However, as her legs had been curled up for so long and her ankles were still not healed, moving caused her entire body to lurch forward towards the coffee table. The glass coffee table was knocked over, and the thermos, along with several glass cups, shattered.

It was impossible for Nick not to be woken up by such a noise.

With a cold face, he casually tied the strap of his dressing gown and opened the door to the master bedroom. Victoria was about to struggle to get up from the floor when she lifted her head and saw Nick standing there with a dark expression.

She felt ashamed, and disregarded the pain, “Mr. Andrews, I’m sorry, I…”

Nick looked at the shattered glass on the floor, then at her exposed palms and ankles, thankfully unharmed. Nick couldn’t quite comprehend why, when encountering Victoria, even the most absurd things happened to him. He raised his hand, rubbing his forehead, feeling a pulsating headache.

As Victoria stood up, feeling embarrassed and wishing to find a place to hide.

She wondered why she kept making a fool of herself in front of Nick. Why did she fall asleep in a hotel room?

Perhaps, in his eyes, she was no different from those women who wanted to get close to him.

Victoria sighed.

“Mr. Andrews, please go back to rest. I’ll clean up the shards and leave.”

Nick looked at her, sensing a hint of exhaustion from her lowered eyelashes, and inexplicably softened.

“Encountered trouble in Hopmeadow Downs?”

Victoria froze for a moment. On a night like this, being cared for made her eyes well up.

“It’s resolved now. Just too tired. I’m really sorry.”

Nick didn’t want to dwell on it, turned away, and left a sentence behind.

“No need to clean up. Sleep until dawn and then leave.”