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

Click! Click! The sharp tap of his expensive shoes echoed off the marble tiles, growing louder with each step.

Dulcie clenched her fists, took a deep breath, and braced herself.

In the next moment, Kyson appeared.

Without sparing her a glance, he strode past with his usual cold demeanor, heading straight to the CEOs office.

Dulcie froze, momentarily stunned.

Dulcies office had been designed with three glass walls to help her work better with him, giving her a clear view of the outside.

But today, it felt more like a barrier.

Seeing him ignore her completely sent a pang of disappointment through her.noveldrama

She slumped back into her chair, her spirits sinking. Unable to resist, Dulcie glanced toward his office.

The shutters were closed, obscuring any glimpse of what was happening inside.

An hour ticked by.

Then another.

Still, no call from Kyson.

It was as if he had returned to his cold, distant self.

Dulcies unease grew with each tick of the clock.

She had so many questions swirling in her mind, but it felt as if the opportunity to voice them was slipping away.

Kyson must have seen her as he passed, yet he didnt seem to care.

With a heavy sigh, she collapsed weakly onto the desk, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on her.

Just then, the sharp buzz of the internal phone jarred her from her stupor.

Snapping upright, she inhaled sharply, gathering her composure, and she answered the call from Kysons office with a trembling hand.

Come to my office.

The chillingly familiar voice came through the receiver.

Before Dulcie could even utter a word, the line went dead.

She inhaled sharply, gathering her courage, and then pushed herself up from her chair and made her way toward Kysons office.

Today, each step seemed to take an eternity, though his office was merely a few strides away from hers. After a prolonged hesitation, Dulcie finally mustered the courage to open the door.

Kyson, clad in a stark black suit, was poring over some documents, his blue eyes slightly narrowed.

A cigarette was perched loosely between his fingers, complementing the deep furrow etched between his brows.

He appeared noticeably thinner, exhaustion evident in the tightness around his eyes and the faint stubble shadowing his jaw.

A golden pen was in motion in his hand, scribbling across a sheet of paper.

Dulcie lingered silently at the doorway, awaiting his acknowledgment.

The office still carried a familiar scent, and the plant on his desk flourished, untouched by the tension in the air.

Finally, Kyson looked up, massaging his temples wearily before his icy tone cut through the silence.

Why are you silent?