President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

The scene from that night came back to his mind.

He remembered two dimpled sockets in her back, on either side of the hip above the sacral vertebrae and where the lumbar vertebrae joined, which, in the fine arts, were known as the dimples of Venus, the sensual eyes of the human body.

At that moment, her back was turned to him. Her back was beautiful, slightly bowed up in an arc, this action also reminded him of the scene that night when he pinched her waist and exerted himself fiercely

Nick’s eyelashes fluttered and the knot in his throat rolled.

The atmosphere began to spread with so much ambiguity that Victoria squeezed the paintbrush and felt just a hint of heat flood her body.

She stiffened when she heard footsteps approaching and a burst of heat came from behind her, but Nick just swept past her and leaned over to grab another paintbrush.

His chest and her back were only slightly pressed together for a split second, a touch and away.

But that temperature, as if through each other’s fabrics, penetrated the skin.

Victoria stiffened, afraid to move, and saw Nick dabbing the contents of her paint tray with a paint brush and making a few strokes on the wall.

It didn’t damage the mood of the painting, and his ideas blended perfectly with Victoria’s, the place that Victoria had intended to treat that way.

She shook her head quickly, shaking the other thoughts from her mind, and continued to draw calmly.

Nick probably just wanted to practice, so after a few strokes, he put the brush down.

“Mr. Andrews, it’s late. Won’t you rest?”

“Headache.”

Victoria stopped talking, secretly calmed her mind, and continued to carefully fill in what was still left to be done.

An hour later, she couldn’t help but look back.

Nick was long gone, and it was empty behind her.

She was relieved to be more efficient.

She stayed up until 5am and felt like she was floating when she finally got it done.

She gathered up her brushes and paint trays and put them to one side, knowing that someone would be sorting them out later, and muddled her way back to her room.

After a brief shower, she collapsed into bed and fell asleep almost the moment she touched the pillow.

The painting on the white wall was finished, and at the moment the cleaning attendant was up.

Nick took care of the day’s corporate business when he heard Declan knocking on his door, saying he’d been invited to breakfast.

Nick exited the room and saw several people in charge waiting outside.

A few people exchanged pleasantries and said that a batch of excellent quality rhubarb fish had come in last night, which was the most delicious thing to be used for steaming, and of course it should be used to entertain an honored guest like him.

The hospitality was so great that Nick had to follow them out.

The group headed for the hall, inevitably passing by the wall.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

One of them stopped and couldn’t help but praise.

“Mr. Andrews, do you like the painting? Yesterday you said the white wall was too monotonous, and it just so happened that the girl who got into the Veridian City Academy of Fine Arts in the first place came back, so we had her invited over, and surprisingly, it only took one night to finish it.”

Speaking of Victoria, that person in charge had a smile on his face.

“That girl is great, it seems to be because the mother died. The father is the only person to take care of the company, so when she was in high school those years she also came here to study. But I did not expect her to become the only one in the country to enter the Veridian City College of Fine Arts. To this date no one has not yet broken her record it, that year’s overall highest score, but also with the upper head of the hundreds of thousands of dollars in prize money ”

Nick smiled, with a light yet provocative posture.

“The paintings were well done and did not disappoint the Veridian City Fine Arts Academy.”

The smirk on the head honcho’s face increased when he heard him say that, and for a big boss like Nick, surely he had to care about what he said.

When Nick said monotonous, he immediately went and hired someone to come and fill in this white wall.

Looked like the right guy.

“Mr. Andrews, if you want to meet her, I can have her called in”

“No need.”

She probably stayed up all night last night.