President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

Nick’s chest was pressed against her back and one hand was wrapped around her waist.

At the moment the elevator had stopped at one of the floors, and all that was left to do was to wait for the rescuers to arrive.

He should have let go of her, but neither moved.

Victoria didn’t realize that the position between the two was full of reverie, and that they were the only ones here, and it felt safer to lean in like this.

She even wanted to keep standing back, to be closer and feel safer.

It wasn’t until Nick’s breath sprayed against her ear that she realized how close the two were now.

Through the light-flooded walls of the elevator, the man wrapped her all in his arms.

Victoria was almost subconsciously about to move away from her, but seeing her so impatiently, Nick’s hands were faster than his own brain.

“Don’t move, wait for someone to come.”

Victoria lowered her eyes, which calmed her breathing and allowed herself to stop focusing on the distance between the two.

Nick had pushed the emergency call button inside, and the security room should have been notified.

Elevator falling like this was not common, and Nick’s brow furrowed with the feeling that nothing good ever happened when he met Victoria.

Victoria’s back was to Nick, a maneuver that exposed the back of her fair neck.

The back of a human’s neck was naturally fragile and sensitive, and Nick’s breath sprays on it felt like it was biting its way down to the pores onto the nerve centers, numbing them along the vertebrae from head to tail.

She tried to work to reject the feeling, but bits and pieces of memories about that night all came flooding back.

And Nick behind her was the same, confined space, heartbeat, skin next to fabric.

But he rationalized that it could be the psychological drawbridge effect.

So the split-second heartbeat that arose the moment he scooped Victoria into his arms just as the elevator descended was probably because of that.

With that thought, Nick released her a little, easing the distance between them.

Victoria, also relieved, politely told him, “Thank you.”

When she finished, she straightened her back and listened carefully to the movement outside.

The cell phone rang again, still from Linda, who for some reason seemed unusually anxious tonight.

“Tori, I’m already in front of the Lanting Mansion. Where are you?”

Victoria’s brow furrowed, how did Linda know she was here tonight?

And wasn’t she in poor health? Why was she discharged this time?

Linda was indeed waiting in front of the Lanting Mansion at the moment, and was driving one of the new Lamborghinis that Daniel had bought her.

Daniel wouldn’t let her drive alone, saying he would have a chauffeur for her, but Linda had someone look up the man’s location whenever she could, and just happened to find out that Victoria was here, too.

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Victoria rubbed her brow, “The elevator is malfunctioning, I don’t know when it’s going to be fixed, so go first. How can you handle it when you run out again?”

Linda would never pass up this opportunity, but couldn’t find an excuse to stay, so she had to agree superficially.

“Okay, don’t worry. I’ll go first, Dad’s fine, my mom’s there to take care of him.”

Victoria lowered her lashes, thinking that Daniel only had the most year. The admonition to, “You still spend more time with Dad when you can.”

Linda agreed, then handed the car keys to a valet and instructed him to park the car in a secluded corner.

Victoria hung up the phone and faced Nick in the elevator with mixed thoughts about whether he had asked Declan to say anything or not, or if Declan had just relayed some truth. Should she ask, how? These questions kept going round and round in her head.