President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

“Do I need to call someone over at Shannon Villa?”

“Fine.” His tone was light, feeling nothing but indescribable annoyance at his upcoming meeting with Victoria.

He had always been a punctual man, but she had stood him up twice in a row.

There was really no upbringing to speak of.

Declan took out his cell phone and called Shannon Villa.

Aggie was shocked when she got the call that Mr. Andrews was coming over tonight!

She hung up, terrified, and rushed to have Gummy hidden in the back room, and had every corner of the room sanitized to make sure there wasn’t a single dog hair left behind.

The servants were quick, and having been sterilized every day on weekdays, the task was completed in less than half an hour.

Aggie breathed a sigh of relief and remembered that Victoria hadn’t returned yet and wondered if she should call to let her know.

Just as she took out her cell phone, she heard a car engine coming from outside, and she rushed out to see an unfamiliar car.

It was a black Maybach.

Mr. Andrews was here!

Aggie hurriedly put down her cell phone and greeted him, “Mr. Andrews.”

Nick nodded, and while he was a little resistant to everything Shannon Villa, he wasn’t going to take it out on someone who had nothing to do with it.

Aggie’s demeanor was more respectful, “Mrs. Andrews had your things brought here, and has instructed the cook of your tastes; if there is anything you are not accustomed to living with, just let me know, I am the servant that Old Mr. Andrews has left to look after the place.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Nick’s eyes fell on her without a single superfluous word.

Aggie could see his coldness as well, and hastened to lead him to the master bedroom.

“Mr. Andrews, this master bedroom is your room and the one at the end of the hall is Victoria’s.”

Nick’s eyes fell to the end of the corridor, a long distance indeed, and it was nice not to disturb each other.

He pushed the door and walked in.

Aggie stood right in the doorway, and when the door closed, so did a slow sigh of relief.

Mr. Andrews’ aura was too strong and cold-looking, and this was the first time he’d been to Shannon Villa in three years, and she wasn’t sure if he and Victoria would be able to make peace with each other.

Aggie didn’t call Victoria in time because of Nick’s arrival, and by the time Victoria had already arrived at the gate.

She was really a little tired today because of her father.

Entering the door, she did not see Aggie and went straight inside her bedroom as well.

She didn’t know if it was just her illusion, but she always felt that there was more than a hint of a stranger in the villa tonight, and it was full of cold suffocation.

She had just finished washing up when Aggie’s voice came from outside.

“Victoria, the milk is warm.”

Victoria had just opened the door a crack when she heard Aggie add, “Mr. Andrews is here. You were just in the shower before so I didn’t have a chance to let you know. I have one for him too, I’ll serve it to him later.”

Victoria’s palm froze in reaction.

“Nick’s here?” Being so surprised, she called him by his name directly.

Aggie nodded.

“Mr. Andrews is in the master bedroom right now, would you like to come over and meet him?”

Victoria picked up the milk, “Aggie! Come back and call me in the morning after he’s gone and I won’t be down for breakfast.”

Aggie was no fool and realized that Victoria was avoiding Nick.

She didn’t understand why and couldn’t be bothered to ask, “Well then, get an early night, good night.”

Victoria closed the door and just felt a heart beating wildly.

Not excitement, but the worry of being about to be dismantled by Nick.

Luckily, she didn’t collide with the other guy on her way back, or that would have been embarrassing.

She finished the hot milk, thinking that she had to see Edward tomorrow, and it really wasn’t polite to miss his appointment today.

And inside the master bedroom, there was a knock on the door to Nick’s room, his brow furrowed, was it the woman who had returned?

Getting up to answer the door, outside stood Aggie with hot milk.

“Mr. Andrews, are you used to drinking this before bed? Since Victoria is in the habit of doing so, I’ve warmed up a cup for you as well.”

“She’s back?”

Reasonably, with her style, that her husband, whom she hadn’t seen in three years, was here. Thought she’d at least come over tonight to say hello and even try her best to get close to him.

“Well, she’s asleep.”

Nick, inexplicably with a strange feeling of being ignored, took the milk, thanked her, and closed the door.

Was it a game of cat and mouse?