President’s Secret Obsession With Ex-wife

As Aidan’s words fell, the atmosphere became laden with suggestive meaning. If Victoria had been the woman who spent the night with Nick, she would have chosen him for the kiss. After all, having slept together, a mere kiss wouldn’t be overly awkward.

“Poppy, have you made up your mind? Who’s your choice?” Aidan’s demeanor was one of someone enjoying the chaos, a smirk playing on his lips.

Victoria nodded, leaning slightly away from the couch. Aidan looked surprised; clearly, he didn’t expect her to choose Lucas. If she had picked Nick, there would be no need for her to stand up. It was evident that her choice was not Nick.

Other women in the room breathed sighs of relief, confirming there was no ambiguity between Nick and Victoria. However, Nick’s expression darkened as he watched her rise.

Chloe, sitting on Victoria’s other side, quickly caught on to her intentions. Fueled by her admiration for Lucas, she pushed Victoria forcefully, exclaiming, “What are you doing?! Lucas doesn’t like you at all. Don’t go kissing him randomly!”

Chloe has been in love with Lucas for a long time, and now that she sees Victoria trying to kiss Lucas, she can’t think of anything else and puts all her strength into pushing Victoria.

Victoria, already halfway up, stumbled toward Nick after Chloe’s push. Their lips met abruptly – one cold, the other tender – both carrying a faint trace of alcohol.

Victoria’s pupils contracted, infuriated at Chloe’s interference. But with their lips locked, seeking out Lucas again was impossible. Afraid of being pushed away by Nick and losing face, she extended her hand, delicately gripping his shirt.

In the presence of the onlookers, she boldly slipped her tongue into his mouth. The definition of a passionate kiss was clear – it wasn’t meant to be shallow.This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Nick remained silent, sensing her initiative, and a slight furrow appeared on his forehead.

Unlike her usual composed self, she trembled, and her fluttering eyelashes betrayed nervousness. Her fair hand gripped his shirt, and in that instant, memories of that night intertwined with the present.

But evidently, she was more enticing on that particular night.

Nick’s breath briefly faltered, and Aidan’s voice reached his ears.

“Thirty seconds are up, you can stop now.”

As Aidan spoke, Victoria hastily pulled away, raising her hand to wipe her lip, her tone composed.

“Mr. Andrews, I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Nick’s hand, halfway lifted, slowly dropped, his wrist tense.