President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

He frowned, but didn’t think much of it, instead turning around and walking over to a side table to continue reading work emails on the line.

The next morning, he was already downstairs early, and Aggie brought out breakfast.

Nick’s eyes swept through the living room and did not see the mistress of the house.

Aggie seemed to know what he was looking for and hurried to explain.

“Victoria was a little tired yesterday and asked me not to call her this morning.”

Nick also made the connection to Daniel’s hospitalization, from which she presumably returned last night.

Did Daniel not pretend to be sick on purpose?

He pursed his thin lips and slowly finished his breakfast before getting into the car parked outside.

The first night at Shannon Villa, he did not see his wife, whom he had not seen in three years.

He didn’t know if she was calm or deliberately trying to pique his interest like this.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

If the latter was the case, she had the wrong person for her tactics, and he would not be interested in her.

Never.

Arriving at Andrews Enterprise, Nick instructed Declan.

“Get something to go see Daniel at lunchtime.”

Declan nodded in agreement.

And inside the Shannon Villa, Aggie waited for Nick to leave before knocking on Victoria’s door.

Victoria was all washed up by now, just waiting for her to knock on the door.

“He’s gone?”

“Yeah, just left.”

Victoria went downstairs as well.

“Victoria, if you’re avoiding suspicion because of what Mrs. Andrews said, would you like me to speak to Old Mr. Andrews?”

“No, Aggie. I treat you as a friend so I’m not hiding anything from you. I don’t like Nick. I did marry him in the first place because of the three hundred million dollar financing. It’s normal for Nick to dislike me because of that, as soon as Grandpa recovers from his condition, I’ll divorce Nick.”

Aggie had nothing to say but nod.

Victoria ate breakfast, picked up her gift for Edward, and planned to make a trip to the mansion.

Edward now lived alone at the mansion, where there were also many servants and doctors.

Presumably because of his familiar surroundings, Mr. Andrews was in good spirits and excitedly stood up on his crutches at the sight of Victoria.

“Tori, you made it.”

A flash of guilt appeared on Victoria’s face and she rushed to meet him.

“Grandpa, I’m sorry. My dad was suddenly hospitalized yesterday and I didn’t notice that I had already missed the pickup, here’s the gift I brought.”

Victoria’s gift to the old man wasn’t bought outside, after all, Edward had gotten to the position where he wanted something he could buy anything.

She was giving a painting she had painted and was a little embarrassed when she gave it out.

“I heard earlier that you’ve been enjoying Mystic Arcadia, so I’ve taken the liberty of filling in the other missing half, so don’t laugh about it.”

When Edward used to call Victoria, he always regretted that the previous collection of Mystic Arcadia only had half of the remnants, but even if it was only half, it didn’t stop it from being an heirloom, and now that he heard Victoria had renewed the other half, his eyes lit up.

“Why would I laugh at you? I’ve always recognized your drawing skills or Allen Garcia wouldn’t have taken you on as a disciple.”

Allen Garcia was now the representative of the painting world, and the final disciple was Victoria.

But Victoria kept a low profile and had basically told no one about this status over the years.

It just so happened that Allen Garcia knew Edward, and Victoria saved Mr. Andrews, so Edward knew about their mentor-pupil relationship.

Edward couldn’t wait to open the scroll.

In the half of the remnants of the scroll in his collection, three men were drinking among the trees, the sunlight passed through the leaves, the spring flowed, and the cranes stood on top of each other in an elegant and chic manner.

But what the other half was, who knew.

Victoria had the idea of tinkering with this when she was in college, so she tried to draw it the way she wanted, copying it for about a couple years before she dared to get it in front of Edward to show it off.

A pleased smile appeared on Edward’s face.

“Allen Garcia would be heartbroken if he knew you weren’t going to the tournament anymore.”

A flash of guilt appeared on Victoria’s face, “Grandpa, I’ll start painting again when I finish the current task at hand.”

“That’s good. Don’t hold back your talent. I like this one, I’ll have it hung on the wall in the study later.”

The corners of Victoria’s mouth curved, her face generous.

“As you like.”

“Tori, when are you going to have a baby with Nick?”

Edward started covering his mouth and coughing after he said that.

A glimmer of chaos flooded his eyes, as if he was trying desperately to suppress the ache of his body.

Victoria knew that Edward’s health was already poor and didn’t dare to say anything to refuse at the moment, “Grandpa, I’ll do it as soon as I can.”