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

Ill take care of my own wife, he declared firmly.

Kyson ascended the stairs with Dulcie in his arms.

Upon reaching the bedroom, he wordlessly set her down and proceeded directly to the bathroom.

The sound of the shower running soon filled the room.

After a while, he emerged, steam billowing out behind him, and prepared to lie on the bed.

Dulcie, feeling awkward and unsure, slowly lowered herself onto the sofa.

She threw Kyson a hesitant glance before finally speaking.

Ill sleep on the sofa tonight.

Could you help me get a blanket? The pain shooting through her leg made it impossible for her to get a blanket on her own, and she feared she might fall and further irritate him. When she asked Kyson for help, he stopped and looked at her with an inscrutable expression.

Then, without saying anything, he swiftly went over to Dulcie, lifted her up, and gently laid her down on the bed.

Startled, Dulcie tried to stand up, her injured leg trembling as she balanced on tiptoe.

I… I havent showered yet.

Her clothes, stained and dirty from the days events, probably still smelled of blood.

Dammit, muttered Kyson under his breath, his eyes narrowing with a hint of impatience.

With a decisive motion, he stooped down once again.

He carefully lifted her and made his way to the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps reverberating gently on the polished marble floor.

Inside, he didnt leave immediately.noveldrama

Feeling the weight of his gaze, Dulcie nervously swallowed and stammered, I… I can wash myself.

Fine.

Wash up and then go to bed, Kyson said coldly before stepping out, the door clicking shut behind him.

Relief washed over Dulcie as soon as he left.

Only then did she dare to undress.

Bending down, she slowly unrolled the bandage on her calf, wincing at the sight of the wound, still seeping blood.

Luckily, the first aid kit she had organized last time was within reach.

She never thought it would come in handy so soon. Hiss.

Pain shot through her leg, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.

Part of the bandage had stuck to the wound, and she had to wet it with water, peeling it off bit by bit.

The sound of running water masked her pained gasps as she struggled to keep silent.

After showering and re-bandaging her wound, she lingered in the bathroom, hoping Kyson would be asleep by the time she emerged.

The minutes ticked by, stretching into half an hour.

Finally, she slowly opened the bathroom door, only to almost bump into Kysons solid chest.

Dulcie was rendered speechless.

Had he been waiting at the door all this time? Before she could speak, Kyson decisively scooped her up in his strong arms, carried her to bed, and pulled her into his embrace.