President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

“Because I met you here in the afternoon, I thought you were staying around this area.”

Nick furrowed his brow again, realizing that Victoria’s legs were injured in the afternoon, but he hadn’t seen her deal with it at the hospital. Had she been enduring the pain?

Victoria was indeed enduring the pain. Her ankle was causing a piercing ache, but she didn’t want to burden Nick further. After all, he had suffered a serious injury because of her. She didn’t want to owe him in any aspect.

“Mr. Andrews, which specific villa is it? Please point it out later,” Victoria said, maintaining her act.

Playing the act to the end.

Nick leaned back, his gaze quietly fixed on her. Victoria had a strange feeling, as if there were thorns on her back. She tightly gripped the steering wheel, sweat oozing from her palms.

When they reached Shannon Villa, Victoria almost instinctively pressed the brake. The car stopped at the entrance of Shannon Villa, and Victoria looked up, meeting Nick’s gaze through the rearview mirror.NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

His eyes were dark and cold, and he uttered, “Why stop here?”

Victoria tugged her lips, realizing she had made a mistake. She felt a cold sweat on her back.

“My foot hurts a bit. I need a break.”

“Heh.”

Nick half-closed his eyes, only uttering this sound. He thought she was invincible, but now she admitted she felt pain.

It turned out she knew what pain was.

But just in time, parked right in front of the Shannon Villa. Aggie, hearing the noise, hurriedly came out.

“Mr. Andrews, has the banquet ended?”

Because she couldn’t see Victoria’s face through the glass, Aggie didn’t notice anything unusual.

Nick, sitting in the position with only a crack in the car window, uttered a vague “Mm.”

“Did you come back alone?”

Thinking of that woman, Nick’s expression became annoyed.

“Yes, I’m not staying here tonight. Don’t bother about me.”

Aggie nodded quickly. “Okay, Mr. Andrews, take care.”

Nick didn’t say anything, just closed his eyes.

“Drive to the hotel, the one before.”

Victoria couldn’t wait to leave this place. When she heard Nick’s words, she almost floored the gas pedal.

Unprepared, Nick, following the inertia, leaned back and raised his gaze to her again.

Victoria’s face turned somewhat embarrassed. She used the excuse again.

“My foot hurts. Sorry, Mr. Andrews, for the inconvenience.

Arriving at the hotel, when she stepped on the brake, her ankle experienced another sharp pain. After getting out of the car, she pressed the elevator button for Nick. The elevator went straight to the top-floor presidential suite. She went to the front desk to get the room key reserved for him, swiped it to open the room, and then felt like she had accomplished her mission. Placing the card on the nearby coffee table respectfully, she said, “Mr. Andrews, tonight I need to go to Hopmeadow Downs. Can I come back and start delivering meals to this room at 9 o’clock tomorrow night?”

Nick opened the cabinet in the entrance, took out a first aid kit, and placed it on the coffee table. “Deal with the foot yourself.”

Victoria was stunned, then she bent down, limping to sit on the sofa. The first aid kit contained a pain-relief spray. As she leaned over, her dress’s shoulder strap naturally slid down.

Nick sat on the other sofa, observing her long neck and delicate skin, his brow furrowed. He averted his gaze.

Victoria, not paying much attention to his gaze, was fully occupied by the injury on her ankle. She noticed how swollen her foot was when she took off the dainty shoe; it looked somewhat gruesome, like a bun with congestion. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she sprayed the pain-relief spray and tried to bandage it. However, the bandage here was different from what she had used before; it wasn’t a medical bandage but a professional ankle correction bandage. After several minutes of attempting, with sweat forming on her nose, she gave up.

Remembering that Kevin was still waiting, she put down the bandage and looked up at Nick.

Nick naturally noticed her actions and, thinking she was seeking help, instinctively began to get up. After all, refusing at this point would seem ungentlemanly. However, Victoria’s next words surprised him.

“Mr. Andrews, thank you for the first aid kit. I’ll be leaving now. I’ll definitely come over tomorrow night at nine. But nine seems a bit late; can I bring some soup? I’m afraid other foods might affect your rest.”