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.

sister isn’t worth your affection, that mean you like Miss Rose? I’ve seen the news saying you

Blake’s POV

asking this?” Something about Victoria’s

yet, and I’d like to know why my sister, who seems perfect,

shifted in my chair.

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me but didn’t

quite

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

frowned. “If she’s so good, why divorce her for

my

she isn’t

I hadn’t met Laurel five years ago 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

though I can’t seem to develop romantic feelings for her, my debt

regardless of whether she’s kind or thoughtful?”

cutting.

saw Audrey standing

long had she been there? How much

did you get here?” I tried to

approached slowly and sat down beside me without looking my

you were saying

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

unsettling is how she refuses to look at me. Since sitting down, her eyes have

a strange heaviness in my chest – uncomfortable

her voice ice–cold. “Your

forward. “Whoever you came to New York for, go find them for shelter. Don’t involve me. Was that not clear enough,