President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Because they were not far away, Gabriel and Victoria overheard everything she had just said. She suddenly felt awkward but thought that Nick didn’t know that the husband she was talking about was him, she quietly breathed a sigh of relief, put away her phone, and quickly walked over.

Upon hearing Victoria’s words, Gabriel felt a bit guilty and spoke first, “Poppy, I had no choice but to ask you to pretend to be my girlfriend before. Your husband won’t be upset, right?”

Victoria found it amusing, “No, he’s not that petty.”

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, “You don’t understand. Men are petty in these matters, like marking their territory, just like male dogs.”

Victoria coughed, not wanting to continue the topic. She looked at Nick’s hand, “Mr. Andrews, what happened to your injury? Why did it reopen? I’ll make you some bone broth tonight.”Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

Gabriel, looking puzzled, glanced at Nick and then at Victoria, “Soup? Poppy, why are you making soup for Nick?”

Victoria briefly explained the situation, and Gabriel’s eyes suddenly became meaningful, followed by a radiant smile.

“If that’s the case, Poppy, why don’t you accompany Nick to have the wound re-stitched? I’ll go spend time with my new girlfriend. Goodbye.” With that, Gabriel ran away faster than a rabbit.

Victoria had no choice but to walk over to Nick.

Seeing her unwilling demeanor, Nick inexplicably felt a bit angry. He couldn’t help but sneer, wondering who this injury was really for.

But Victoria obviously didn’t sense his emotions. She just wanted to quickly take care of his wound. She registered, got the prescription, found the doctor, and watched as his wound was stitched up for the second time.

The doctor reminded, “Mr. Andrews, the wound must not reopen. Otherwise, it’s prone to ulceration. The disinfection work must be thorough, and change the bandage every five hours.”

Victoria quickly set a five-hour alarm on her phone. “Mr. Andrews, I’ll send you a message when the time comes.”

Because she had to take care of Nick, and at this moment, she was standing slightly behind him. As she spoke, she leaned forward a bit, and her breath brushed against Nick’s ear.

Nick’s body stiffened, and he glanced at her.

Unaware of the slightly ambiguous posture, Victoria shook the disinfectant in her hand, and a playful smile appeared on her fair face. “Let’s go then. I’ll escort you back.”

However, when they reached the lobby downstairs, Nick’s footsteps suddenly halted. “I left the car keys in the ward.”

He reminded Victoria, who promptly turned back to the elevator. “I’ll get them.”

Returning to the ward, Victoria spotted the phone and car keys at a glance. As she reached for them, a new message flashed on the phone. The sender was Claire.