President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Rain was still pouring outside and Victoria’s voice was clearly audible in the quiet compartment.

Nick’s fingertips paused, an odd glint crossing his eyes.

Victoria didn’t take his reaction in stride; she had always complimented others in the same situation.

The traffic jam on the road was getting worse and the cars were stopping and going.

It had been stuck in traffic for half an hour, and it was still moving slowly.

Victoria closed her eyes and tried to rest for a moment.

She hadn’t been sleeping well lately, and with the sound of the rain outside being really hypnotic, she had really fallen asleep without realizing it.

The road was slippery in such heavy rain, and the car lurched from time to time.

Her head unconsciously then leaned towards him, and the distance between them instantly closed.

Declan, who was in the front, did not notice what was going on behind him until he saw another offending vehicle appear in his reflector.

It hit them instantly and the whole car lurched forward.

With that bump, Victoria was almost about to knock solidly against the side window.

Nick frowned as he pulled her back.

Her supple, boneless body, however, fell straight over with the inertia.

Victoria was sleeping deeply, only to feel that she seemed to touch a special”pillow,” which also exuded heat. She subconsciously reached out and embraced it as she rubbed against it and changed a comfortable position, and fell asleep.

The grip on her arm froze, and her breath sprayed the spot at just the right time.

That was the last place a man could tease.

A deep look in his eyes, he narrowed his eyes and looked down at her.

She was sound asleep, her long hair loose, revealing the side of her palm-sized, exquisitely compact face, with faint dark circles around her eyelids.

The car was dimly lit, and when it shone on her face at that moment, it seemed quiet, soft and moving.

Nick stared at her for a moment, and simply didn’t bother with her, instead he turned his head sideways to look out of the window, trying to quell the heat that was ruffling his body.

When Victoria woke up, she raised her hand and rubbed her eyes.

Noticing a chin come into view, she gave a jolt and hastily adjusted her posture, sitting up straight.

Nick’s brow tightened and his chin lifted slightly, “You’re home, get down.”

Couldn’t tell if it was a huff, or some other emotion.

The rain had stopped outside.

“Mr Andrews, see you next time then.”

Victoria felt a little too ashamed to look at him and got out of the car, almost without looking back, and went into her apartment.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Before she even entered the room, she felt an unfamiliar aura.

The door to the room that was supposed to be closed cracked open a little at that moment. She stood in the doorway, having snapped out of the awkward mood she’d just been in, and alertly reached out and pushed it open.

The apartment was a mess, like a burglar had gotten in.

The bedroom door also showed a crack, but she was too afraid to go in, and instead flew to call the police.

She waited for the police to arrive before she dared to follow them inside, and was more than a little relieved to make sure nothing was missing.

But the apartment was clearly no longer safe, and if the burglars came the next time, and she happened to be in the room at that time, what would happen then?

It was quite unthinkable for a woman living alone to have to face that scene.

She packed a few clothes and brought everything she would need for work.

By the time the taxi arrived at the entrance of Shannon Villa, it was already late.

Victoria paid and the guard inside the gate saw her and immediately opened the door respectfully.

It was the matrimonial home that the old Mr. Andrews had given her when she had first married Nick, but Nick had gone abroad, and she didn’t think he had ever heard of the existence of the house.