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

Kyson remained impassive throughout, withdrawing his hand and focusing on his meal without uttering a word.

Following dinner, he retreated to the study room again.

Meanwhile, Dulcie busied herself at the coffee table in their bedroom, catching up on the work she’d left unfinished during her last leave.

Two hours later, the bedroom door slowly creaked open.

Kyson leisurely loosened his tie with one hand, fatigue evident in his eyes.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Casting a glance at Dulcie, who sat on the sofa, he removed his tie and tossed it onto the coat rack.

Then, with indifferent authority, he instructed, “Make up the sofa bed.

I’m exhausted.

”

The implication was clear: he intended to sleep on the sofa tonight.

Dulcie stared at him, momentarily stunned.

She had assumed he wouldn’t retire to his room that night, much less initiate conversation with her.

“Mr.

Shaw, please sleep on the bed tonight.

I haven’t finished my work yet.

”

Kyson frowned, visibly displeased.

Finally, he uttered tersely, “Hurry up.

”

After urging Dulcie, he shed his expensive suit jacket and strode into the bathroom.Content rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

Soon, the sound of running water filled the air.

He had gone to take a shower.

Not daring to delay, Dulcie swiftly completed her tasks, saved her work, and powered down the laptop.

She then fetched the quilt and pillow from the closet.

Just as she finished making the bed on the sofa, Kyson emerged from the shower.

“The sofa is too small for you, Mr.

Shaw.

I prefer to sleep on it.

Please don’t fight with me over this.

Go to bed.

”

Kyson didn’t even look at her, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

His tone carried a hint of impatience.

“Who’s fighting with you? This room is mine.

I can sleep wherever I want.

Go to bed.

”

Dulcie was left speechless.

He was too overbearing.

“Mr.

Shaw, you haven’t used the room lately.

I’ve been sleeping on the sofa, and the bed is perfectly clean.

You can trust that,”

Dulcie insisted.

The innocent bed had never expected to be so disliked by others.

At that moment, the small, narrow sofa surprisingly gained popularity.

Kyson’s gaze finally settled on Dulcie’s face.

He tossed aside the towel he had used to dry his hair and approached her with slow, determined steps.