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.

please sleep on the bed

finished my

”

Kyson frowned, visibly displeased.

uttered tersely,

”

shed his expensive suit jacket

running water

to

completed her tasks, saved her work, and powered down

the quilt

on the sofa, Kyson

sofa is too small for you,

Shaw.

prefer to

don’t fight with

Go to bed.

”

didn’t even look at her, deliberately avoiding

tone carried a

with you? This

sleep wherever I

Go to bed.