President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Declan was standing behind Nick. He assumed that the president had forgotten about the meeting and was about to remind him when he caught sight of Victoria’s face. Seeing her he immediately swallowed his words.

‘Is this the woman from last night? What exactly is her relationship with the president?’

The elevator came to a halt, and Victoria made a ‘please’ gesture.

Nick walked in and turned towards Declan. He told him to go ahead and go to the office first.

The breakfast area of the hotel was located in the lobby and by now it was filled with people.

Victoria and Nick selected a window-side table, and a waiter immediately served them glasses of lemonade.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Taking a sip, the tartness of the lemonade tingled on Victoria’s palate and her dizziness from last night got much better.

She considered that having breakfast was a good idea before going to the hospital, otherwise she might pass out from low blood sugar on the side of the road.

Setting down her glass, Victoria decided to strike up a casual conversation. “Mr. Andrews, what type of books do you enjoy reading in your spare time? Mr. Mercer mentioned you’ve taken courses in art.”

By understanding his personal preferences, she could create a design that harmonized with his tastes, which would expedite the design process.

She tried to learn more about his preferences through brief encounters, but all Nick said was, “You’re free to play.”

Whenever Victoria encounters such a client, she fears it will be like writing a free-proposition essay from her student days, where she ends up getting entangled in the opposite direction by choosing too many topics.

A proposition essay, on the other hand, will be much simpler because of its defined scope and limited room for play.

She was constructing the base style in her head when she heard a surprised female voice from the side.

“Nick?”

Turning to the source of the voice, she spotted a young woman in a Chanel suit approaching. The woman was meticulously made up, but her eyes were fixed on Nick.

“I’ve been coming here for days, and I never expected to run into you.”

Isabella Montgomery displayed clear astonishment, casting a brief, cautious glance at Victoria.

“And who is this?”

Victoria was about to explain that Nick was her client, but Isabella Montgomery, without invitation, settled herself beside Nick and began questioning him.

“I’ve heard that you’re renovating your cottage in Serene Haven Estates?”

Nick, not particularly interested in engaging in conversation, provided a curt response, “Yes.”

Isabella Montgomery chuckled softly, her lips curving into a smile. “I remember how fond you were of the Serene Haven Estates floor plan. I happen to know an excellent designer, if you’re interested…”

She was evidently trying to get closer to Nick by introducing the designer.

Before she could finish her sentence, Victoria intervened with a warm smile. “I’m sorry, miss, Mr. Andrews is currently my client.”

Isabella Montgomery redirected her gaze toward Victoria, her lips pursed. “You’re a designer too?”

Her eyes held a hint of undisguised contempt, as she likely thought Victoria was attempting to advance her career by getting close to Nick.

“Yes, indeed, and I look forward to working closely with Mr. Andrews.”

Victoria’s response seemed to hint at more than just a professional relationship, and Isabella Montgomery’s expression fluctuated. They were in the hotel restaurant early in the morning, which could give the impression that they were together the previous night.

This thought made Isabella Montgomery assume that Victoria was deliberately flaunting her newfound proximity to Nick in a rather vulgar manner.

Isabella Montgomery took a deep breath and purposefully mentioned Nick’s marital status.

“Since Nick must have his reasons for choosing you, I hope you invest your heart and soul into your work and don’t disappoint Nick and his wife.”

Nick’s brow furrowed at her statement.

Isabella Montgomery had been pursuing Nick for years, even when she knew he was married, and she had employed his marriage as a deterrent to fend off other women.

Predictably, her next words were a direct reference to Nick’s marriage.

“You are aware that Nick is married, right?”

This Was a veiled warning that not to become the third party who might break up his family.