Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You

Rubbing her eyes to clear her vision, Dulcie confirmed someone was there.

Leaning closer, she realized with a jolt that it was Kyson! When had he come back? Why didnt she remember anything? Kyson remained deep in slumber, his exhaustion evident.

Now shadowed by the stubble of a few days neglect, the once flawless face seemed weary and vulnerable in the soft morning light.

Dulcie stood quietly by the bed, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer.noveldrama

A soft sigh escaped her lips before she turned and left the room.

After breakfast, Dulcie headed back to the office, ready to resume her usual responsibilities.

With Kysons return, she knew she would slip back into familiar roles, tidying his office and sorting documents.

Her ability to perform these duties smoothly depended largely on Kysons mood and the general office atmosphere. Kurt had dropped off a pile of documents on her desk.

Methodically, Dulcie organized them by priority, making detailed notes where necessary.

Her personal feelings toward Kyson did not interfere with her professionalism; it was her job, after all.

As Dulcie was finishing up, Kurt arrived with another batch of documents, his expression a mix of caution and concern.

Mrs.

Shaw, Mr.

Shaw is back.

Be prepared for some intense workdays ahead, he advised.

Kyson was nothing short of a workaholic.

Kurts warning was well-intentioned, but Dulcie merely smiled in response, saying nothing.

She had witnessed Kysons work ethic firsthand, and his intensity no longer intimidated her.

Kurt found her smile somewhat puzzling; it seemed out of place given the circumstances, leaving him confused about her apparent ease amidst the Looming pressure.

Meanwhile, at the Shaw family residence, Kyson finally stirred in the afternoon.

A dull throb pulsed in his head, and every muscle felt stiff and sore, a reminder of his long hours behind the wheel.

It had been ages since he had pushed himself so hard, and twelve hours on the road had taken its toll.

Noticing the neatly folded quilt on the sofa brought a moment of pause, a brief calm before he steeled himself for the day.

Once in the kitchen, he quickly ate something to relieve the lingering fatigue before heading to the company. During his absence, a mountain of documents and contracts had piled up, all waiting for Kysons signature.

Today, Kyson exuded a particularly authoritative air, clad in a black suit with a black-and-gold tie and gold-rimmed glasses.

His face was set in a serious expression devoid of any warmth, creating an intimidating aura that thickened the air around him.

Employees who caught sight of him instinctively bowed their heads and stepped aside, wary of attracting his attention and inadvertently landing in trouble.

Without a sideways glance, Kyson entered the exclusive elevator, ascending to the top floor.

Meanwhile, as Kyson stepped inside, Dulcie received a message that sent a rush of anxiety coursing through her.

With each moment that passed, her heart raced faster.

What would she say when she finally saw him? Would she confront him about where he had been all this time? Did he even care to explain? They were embroiled in a silent treatment phase, making it inappropriate for her to approach him so boldly.

Or should she ask for his instructions for work? Dulcies mind buzzed with unanswered questions, distracting her from her