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.

affection, that mean you like Miss Rose? I’ve seen the news saying you divorced Audrey for her… What makes

Blake’s POV

Something about Victoria’s tone felt

yet, and I’d like to know why my

raised an eyebrow and shifted in my

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felt someone watching me but didn’t turn. Probably another

Audrey is quite good,” I

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

so good,

my

she isn’t

I was

Even though I can’t seem to develop romantic

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,

turned and saw Audrey standing there,

she been

here?” I

sat down

saying I wasn’t

face something severe and elegant. The soft beauty I remember is gone, replaced by something harder,

eyes have been fixed only on Victoria. To her, I might

creates a strange heaviness in my chest – uncomfortable and

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

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