President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

No one else spoke up in the room. Everyone wasn’t blind; they could sense Nick’s slight unwillingness. Moreover, Victoria had initially intended to kiss Lucas, and it was an unexpected push from Chloe that led to the accidental kiss with Nick. The initial suspicion that Victoria might have spent a night with Nick was now dispelled, and the atmosphere became somewhat peculiar.

The women in the room exchanged glances filled with suspicion, while jealousy radiated from them towards Victoria. She had just kissed Nick!

After Victoria apologized, the bottle in the room continued to spin. The atmosphere had turned strange due to the unexpected kiss.Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Those who wanted to make jokes dared not direct them at Nick, feeling his cold aura. Chloe’s behavior, on the other hand, was subject to criticism. Someone murmured, “Chloe, aren’t you going too far? Lucas didn’t say anything.”

Chloe, however, stood her ground. “She kissed people recklessly; she and Lucas aren’t even that familiar!”

Last time at Veridian City University, there were suspicions of Victoria getting close to Lucas. Now, she even wanted to kiss Lucas in front of her. How could Chloe let her have her way?

“This is Truth or Dare. If you don’t want to play, don’t participate,” Lucas said, the only one who could talk to Chloe like that.

Chloe’s eyes turned red instantly, her body shaking with anger. She glared at Victoria with resentment, teeth audibly grinding.

Victoria pretended not to notice, quietly waiting for the game to end. An hour later, the game finally concluded. As Victoria stood up to leave, the thought of the eight million debt she owed crossed her mind, so she asked Nick for his account details.

“Mr. Andrews, what’s your account number?” Nick held a glass of wine, lazily twirling it between his fingers. Victoria had drunk a bit more during the game and felt a bit tipsy, but she remembered her debt.

Nick, however, was completely sober, looking up at her. Because of the drinking, her cheeks were tinted with a rosy hue, but she wasn’t very drunk, only shining brightly in her eyes.

Very much like that night.

The fragrance of alcohol permeated the space, clinging to their skin.

“Where did you get the money?” Nick inquired.

“Borrowed it.”

Nick didn’t delve much into women’s handbags and clothing, but Victoria’s lifestyle didn’t seem extravagant. Considering her relatives in the countryside and her current rental situation, she didn’t appear to come from an affluent background-perhaps a modest one at best.

Nick couldn’t fathom who would lend her such a significant amount of money. Just as he was about to suggest she didn’t need to compensate, she added, “My husband lent it to me. He’s very generous.”

Nick had initially thought of her husband as a freeloader, especially since her relatives had mentioned his philandering ways. However, Victoria seemed to defend him vigorously, never speaking a word against him, be it in public or in private.

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Nick sneered, standing up. “Since you don’t have the money, be more careful next time and don’t take on responsibilities you can’t handle.”

Victoria also stood up. “Mr. Andrews, please tell me your account number.”

By now, the others in the private room had left, leaving only the two of them. Chloe had volunteered to escort Lucas, Aidan had gone to settle the bill, and now only Nick and Victoria remained.

Victoria followed Nick, noticing his reluctance to engage. “Mr. Andrews?”

Nick halted, said coldly. “If you find the amount excessive, donate it to charity.”

Although Victoria was a bit tipsy, she sensed his irritation but couldn’t pinpoint what she had done wrong. Trying to change the subject, she said, “I’ll send some soup to Mr. Andrews later.”

Nick’s back stiffened, and he couldn’t help but turn around to look at her. With her stunning appearance and a hint of vulnerability in her voice, she unintentionally captivated even herself.

Nick lowered his gaze and saw her take a step forward, closing the gap between them. He could even catch a whiff of the fragrance she carried, reminiscent of that night.