Divorce Me Before Death Takes Me, CEO

Chapter 217

Victoria’s POV

I set down my fork after finishing the steak and looked up. Blake was staring at his phone, smiling not the polite smile he’d given me all evening, but something real that reached his eyes.

I caught myself staring. Under the restaurant lighting, he looked even better in person than in magazines.

I cleared my throat. “Blake. You’ve been on your phone since we sat down. Work keeping you that busy?”

Blake glanced up, his warmth vanishing instantly. “Yes. Very busy.”

He returned to texting, dismissing me completely. Throughout dinner, he’d barely looked my way, speaking more to the waiter than to me.

I took another sip of wine. “Since I don’t know anyone else in New York, maybe you could give me Audrey’s address? I need somewhere to stay.”

With a place to crash, I can focus on planning more chances to see Blake. He’s my real target in New York, but I know better than to rush things.

Blake looked up from his phone. “Not necessary. I’ve already contacted Audrey. She’s on her way.”

“Really? That’s so helpful – ” I stopped as it hit me. That’s who he’d been texting with that smile. Audrey.

Even after divorcing her, he’s still messaging her? Making her come running?

I bit my lip, watching him. The question burned until I couldn’t hold back.

“Blake, do you like my sister?”

Blake’s expression hardened. “What do you think?” He leaned back. “Or rather, what do you think makes Audrey Sinclair worth liking?”

I noticed movement at the entrance. Audrey stood in the doorway, her face half–hidden. From how she froze, I knew she’d

heard him.

Perfect timing.

Miss Rose? I’ve seen the news saying you divorced Audrey for her… What makes that Miss Rose better

Blake’s POV

this?” Something about

I don’t have a boyfriend yet, and I’d like to know

and shifted in my chair. “It’s

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but didn’t turn. Probably another

quite good,”

me trouble. She worked constantly to be the perfect Parker wife. So perfect it seemed unreal – like there had to be some

so good, why divorce her

my answer

she isn’t Laurel

when she saved me, if she hadn’t cared for me while I was blind, if I hadn’t made that promise… I might have genuinely

Even though I can’t seem to develop romantic feelings for

“So you only like Laurel Rose regardless of whether she’s kind or thoughtful?” A small smile played on her lips. “Seems all that Audrey did for you these three years was wasted

voice turned cutting. “Audrey Sinclair,

Audrey standing

tightened. How long had she been there? How much had she

did you get here?”

sat down

were saying I wasn’t worth

weight since our divorce. Her cheekbones stand out sharply now, giving her face something

me. Since sitting down, her eyes have been fixed only on Victoria. To her, I

strange heaviness

clear,” Audrey told Victoria, her voice ice–cold. “Your coming

anything to do with you, a sister with no blood relation?” Audrey leaned forward. “Whoever you came to New York for, go find them for shelter. Don’t involve me. Was that not clear enough, or