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

Did he really just touch her Like that?

Blushing furiously, she turned to look at him, shock written all over her face.

But his face remained impassive as if the recent incident had never occurred.

He strolled over to the walk-in closet to casually dry his hair.

Dulcie lapsed into silence, her mind racing.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, after all.

Quietly, she trailed after him to the walk-in closet, retrieved her pajamas, and headed to the bathroom for a shower.

The moment the bathroom door closed, Kyson exhaled a deep, shaky breath, struggling to regain his composure.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

What had he just done?

The realization hit him like a wave crashing over.

He had actually touched Dulcie’s backside…

Kyson stared at his trembling right hand, his typically stoic demeanor now tinged with a flush of heat, his breaths coming in uneven bursts.

The sensation lingered in his palm, unchanged from before.

Her butt was irresistible, soft, and yielding beneath his touch.

It was exhilarating.

The sound of water from the bathroom reached his ears, and Kyson couldn’t help but envision her silhouette beneath the cascading shower.

Holy shit!

He must be losing his mind.

There had to be something off about her.

Every time he got close to her, he seemed to lose control.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

From now on, he vowed to keep his distance!

With a scowl darkening his features, Kyson’s fists tightened.

In the past, any touch that irked him prompted an immediate hand washing.

Tonight, for the first time, he refrained.

After drying his hair, he sought solace on the bedroom balcony, letting the cool night air soothe him.

Inside, the woman was showering.

He couldn’t see her in a nightdress when she came out.

To calm his nerves, he reached for a cigarette.

Kyson stood on the balcony, Lighter flickering, eyes open wide in the tranquil night.

With a cigarette in his left hand, his right hand hung at his side.