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.

on

finished

”

Kyson frowned, visibly displeased.

uttered

”

his expensive suit

running water

had gone to take

tasks, saved her work, and powered

fetched the quilt and pillow from

finished making the bed on the sofa, Kyson emerged

is too small

Shaw.

to

fight with me over

Go to bed.

”

look at her, deliberately

carried a hint

you? This room is

sleep wherever

Go to bed.