President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Victoria brushed her damp hair from her forehead, her eyes gleaming with a piercing clarity as she extended her hand with a confident grin.

“Mr. Andrews, allow me to reintroduce myself. I’m Poppy, a professional interior designer, and the work you’re holding is indeed one of my creations.”

Nick’s steps faltered, and his body seemed to stutter. He wondered if he was experiencing a hallucination.

Observing his reaction, Victoria withdrew her hand naturally when she saw that he didn’t respond.

“I attempted to converse with you a few times earlier, but it appeared that Mr. Andrews was not particularly interested. However, since you still have my design work, I thought you might have reconsidered,” she explained nonchalantly. “If so, I believe I should have the opportunity to make amends.”

Nick found himself in a situation he hadn’t encountered in over twenty years.

An interior designer?

He looked down at the object in his hand, and the photo indeed bore the designer’s signature along with a string of numbers.

Poppy.

As he recollected the interactions between them since their first meeting, his furrowed brow deepened with each thought. Was it all just a misunderstanding from the beginning?

His face was a portrait of uncertainty as he pinched the photo in his fingertips. He turned and resumed his seat on the adjacent couch.

A knock on the door interrupted their moment, and Declan’s voice came from outside, “Mr. Andrews, the lady’s clothing has arrived.”

Victoria swiftly recognized that the clothing must be for her.

Declan was about to knock again when the door swung open from the inside, revealing Victoria standing there, wrapped in a towel, her damp hair glistening.

A hint of surprise flickered across Declan’s eyes. He had just faced a barrage of inquiries from the executives, who were inquiring about the woman beside the president.

Declan was dumbfounded by the executives’ questions, only to hear them gossip that the woman called Mr. Andrews “honey”.

He hesitated for an instant, shooting a quick glance inside the room to find Nick sitting casually on the couch, his suit slightly disheveled, and an air of something having occurred.

Declan quickly averted his gaze and heard Victoria express her gratitude, “Thank you.”

The door closed behind him.

Victoria turned her attention back to Nick and said, “Mr. Andrews, please wait for a moment.”

With that, she disappeared into the adjacent bathroom.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The bathroom’s frosted glass allowed for partial visibility, and Nick leaned back, looking up briefly as he noticed Victoria had removed her bra. His eyes fluttered in embarrassment, and he quickly shifted his gaze away.

Victoria changed into the outfit provided by Declan, a stylish women’s casual suit from G-brand, which accentuated her fair skin.

With the card still in her hand, she remarked, “I’m not sure of the cost of this suit, but the card should cover it. Thank you, Mr. Andrews.”

Nick glanced up and locked eyes with her. He was trying to discern any emotions concealed within her gaze, to determine if this was yet another act.

However, her overly professional demeanor and the careful distance she maintained made it evident that she had no desire to become too involved with him.

This realization stirred an unexpected feeling within him.

“Please, have a seat,” he said calmly. “So, Gabriel introduced you to me because of that house in Serene Haven Estates.”

A flicker of surprise briefly crossed Victoria’s eyes. “What else could it be about?”

Nick’s lips quivered at the corners as he recalled the night she had mentioned that she’d been doing this for three years.

Did she mean interior design?

As misunderstandings unraveled, the image of the bloodstain on the bedsheets from that night flashed through his mind. When he looked at her again, his emotions felt inexplicably complex.

Victoria maintained a completely professional posture.

“Mr. Andrews, regarding that house in Serene Haven Estates…”

Before she could complete her sentence, he interjected, “The night of the Andrews family’s banquet, was it your first time?”

Victoria’s heart skipped a beat, fearing he might bring up the topic of responsibility. She quickly retorted, “No.”

She smiled and added, “I forgot to mention, Mr. Andrews, I’m actually married.”