Chapter 11: He’s My Husband
A line of men passed by her without sparing her a glance. One of the men who appeared to be the leader was walking with his full attention on Nick. He was talking with Nick with great politeness, wanting to flatter him but also apprehensive about offending him, as they were followed by men in suits.
Victoria stood still for a moment. She picked up the clubs and walked out.
Weston was a very ordinary-looking guy in designer sportswear. His white ball arced beautifully and went into the hole with ease. Seeing her coming near him he handed the club to a caddie.
“Poppy, you’re a tough order to get an appointment with.” Weston remarked.
Victoria smiled graciously and followed him as he took a seat on the sidelines, “Mr. Kingsley is joking. I am just the company’s handyman.”
During their conversation, the staff next door began to tidy up the grounds, it was clear that someone important was coming.
Weston sensed her line of sight and couldn’t help but start bragging, “You know Andrews Enterprise, right? My dad specifically asked Mr. Andrews to play today, and the cooperation amount of their project is at least twenty billion dollars.”
Victoria used to meet all sorts of personalities among her customers, and they do love to brag as well, but at times like this, she just complimented him!
“I heard that Mr. Kingsley bought the land last year for three hundred million. Twenty billion dollars… Isn’t twenty billion dollars a piece of cake for Henderson Bank?”
Weston’s eyes crossed a trace of smugness, the corner of his mouth hooked up, “Twenty billion is not a piece of cake, but Nick just returned back this time, Henderson Bank is the first to cooperate with him. I am feeling more or less a little bit honoured.”
“Mr. Andrews coming back has really caused a big stir.” Victoria remarked, keeping her compliments modest.
The caddie handed Weston water as he walked to the grass, while Victoria had to follow him.
“Yes, but I heard from my dad that he’s married.”
“Really, Mr. Andrews doesn’t look like he’s been married.” Victoria cooperated with Weston while taking out her clubs. Since he liked to gossip, she would just play along.
“I don’t think so either, if he’s really married, how can he not bring his wife out? Unless of course the woman is ugly as hell.”
Victoria lurched a little while swinging and hastily adjusted quietly, “Maybe.”
As Weston watched Victoria’s ponytail gracefully cut through the air and her skin glistened in the sunlight, he couldn’t help but swallow a lump in his throat. “If Mr. Andrews had married a stunning beauty like Poppy, he’d probably want to take her out everyday.”
Victoria modestly deflected the compliment, saying, “Mr. Kingsley is joking; I could never be that fortunate.”
The two continued their conversation and played for a while longer. Eventually, Weston said he wanted to take a break. Victoria saw this as a chance to ask about the design list but was interrupted by Weston, who said, “I’m getting quite sweaty from the game. Would you mind if I change first?”
Victoria considered the situation and realized it wouldn’t be suitable to discuss business.
After a quick shower, Victoria changed into fresh attire and stepped out of the locker room. However, she was taken aback when the door opened without any warning. She had assumed it was a staff member, but to her surprise, it was Weston, draped in nothing but a towel.
There was no muscle mass and it seemed like he had been drinking too much alcohol and indulging himself in other too many erotic activities for years.
Victoria sensed something was wrong and spoke warily, “Mr. Kingsley, are you in the wrong room, this seems to be the ladies locker room?”
Weston responded with a slight chuckle, his gaze openly appraising her, “Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?”
With each step he took toward her, a mischievous smile played on his lips, “When I asked you to design before, you were indifferent. This time you came so quickly, are you short of money?”
Victoria instinctively took a step back, her voice unwavering, “Mr. Kingsley, please behave yourself.”
However Weston just loved her cold and frigid demeanour. He liked it when a woman had a little temper. For him, forcing his way in was more exciting.
“Don’t worry. If you serve me well, I’ll add a few million more to your design fee.”
A hint of disgust crossed Victoria’s eyes. She lifted her foot and began to head for the exit but Weston was quick to grab her by the waist, “There are my men in the corridor, do you think you can escape?”
With a beautiful woman in his arms, Weston could hardly hold back his urge to take things further.
However Victoria calmly stated, “I wasn’t thinking of running away, but Mr. Kingsley, are you sure you want to do that here?”
Victoria took a deep breath and maintained her composure. She knew she was no match for this man in terms of physical strength, especially with his men guarding the door.
She continued saying, “It wasn’t easy for your father to get an appointment with Nick. Surely you don’t want to risk the Henderson Bank partnership with your impulsive actions?”
Weston looked her up and down for a few moments and snorted, “Are you trying to say that Nick will ruin the cooperation with Henderson because of you?”
Victoria’s response was swift and unhesitant, “Yes.”
This response momentarily threw Weston off balance. Her conviction and boldness were unexpected.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.
He then inquired, “What’s your relationship with Nick?”
“He is my husband.” Victoria asserted.
Weston burst into laughter, only to hear Victoria say, “If Mr. Kingsley doesn’t believe me, I can call him right now and tell him to come over.”
Weston couldn’t help but imagine what would happen if Victoria wasn’t lying? The mere thought of Nick coming to find his wife alone in a changing room with another man made Weston’s smile falter.
Even if he didn’t like her anymore, a man’s pride wouldn’t permit such a scenario, would it?
Unable to decide, Weston eventually released his hold though his face was still hesitant.
Victoria was betting that he wouldn’t dare to proceed.
With a silent sigh of relief, she gathered her belongings and opened the door to the locker room.
As she stepped out, her eyes locked on an approaching figure down the corridor, and a rush of heat coursed through her.