President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria walked out and covered only a short distance with her umbrella, when her pants got wet.

A car slowed down and eventually stopped beside her and honked twice.

She thought it was Lucas Steele again, and a flash of impatience had appeared in the bottom of her eyes.

The window opened a crack and it was Emily’s voice that came from inside.

“Get in the car. It’s really congested now, and full of people out there.”

Victoria looked up at the spot where she had parked. It was indeed crowded, but the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Without further hesitation, she said thank you and opened the door and got in.

The rain and humidity were insulated from the outside, and the car was surprisingly quiet.

Victoria had thought it was a car dedicated to Emily’s transportation, but she didn’t realize that it was Nick’s driver in the driver’s seat.

She saw Nick sitting on the side of the window, papers cupped in his fingertips, eyes faintly downcast, unsure of what he was thinking.

Luckily there was Emily in the car and the atmosphere wasn’t too awkward.

Emily’s tiny cheeks were all excited.

“Do you know you’re famous in our school now? Chloe Reynolds used to be so proud of herself, now she’s actually been arrested and taken to the police station, her family’s probably in a hurry to collect her right now, right?”

“And the principal and the director… who would have thought that they are normally decent people, but in private, they have such tricks! It’s disgusting!”

Emily couldn’t help but give Nick a quiet tug, and when Nick’s cool eyes looked over, she looked at him with a pout, “Chloe Reynolds is definitely going to go to her brother by then, so don’t you ever give Poppy a hard time because of this, okay?”

Victoria was slightly touched, only feeling that the girl was truly innocent, and that it was the first time anyone had defended her to her face like that in all her experience in society.

A hint of impatience appeared on Nick’s brow, but he spat out one word, “Uh-huh.”

Emily’s face brightened instantly, and when the car pulled up to her house, she grabbed the umbrella the driver handed her, not forgetting to turn around and instruct Nick, “So you send Poppy back for me. She coached me on my drawing and got me first place. She’s my teacher and a benefactor, you must be polite to her.”

Chattering like a sparrow.

As soon as this little sparrow disappeared, the atmosphere in the car got very dull.Content from NôvelDr(a)ma.Org.

Victoria’s back couldn’t help but straighten, she saw one of Nick’s hands pressed against the file, slender, as if it were fine china.

As she watched, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized.

Only that fingertip tapped on the paper and he couldn’t help but ask her, “Seen enough?”

Victoria realized that she seemed to be staring at his hand for almost a minute, and now that she heard her ask, she raised her eyes and smiled frankly at him.

“Mr Andrews’ hands are indeed very beautiful and always make me want to paint them.”

In the eyes of those who paint, the hand was the second face of the human body, and the hand was also the most difficult part to show in human artworks.

So Victoria had made it a habit by now to watch other people’s hands.

Nick looked quite cold. His finger bones were long and white, each one exposed just right, while the movement of his fingertips in contemplation, gentle and strong.

In the eyes of those who paint, this was top-notch material.

If it was not someone Victoria liked, then there was really no difference between male and female in her eyes.

There was only one difference between being fit or unfit to be drawn, so she didn’t realize that when a woman stared at a man, it was in itself a disguised form of titillation.