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

His movements were swift and seamless, leaving no room for argument.

The lights went out, plunging the room into darkness.

Pressed tightly against his chest, Dulcie could hear the rhythmic thump of his steady heartbeat.

His hand rested on her waist, pulling her closer as if anchoring her in place.

Soon, his breathing evened out.

A faint snore broke the silence, indicating he had drifted asleep.

But Dulcie remained wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts.

The argument in the parking lot seemed to fade into the distance, overshadowed by the unexpected intimacy of the moment.

The word wife echoed in her mind. Did he really see her as his wife? The uncertainty clawed at her, and she hesitated to allow herself to hope too much.

She knew all too well that the higher the hope, the more crushing the disappointment.

Lowering her expectations seemed the only way to shield herself from potential heartbreak.

She sighed softly, deciding it was best not to dwell on it, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat be her lullaby.

Morning Light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the room.

After breakfast, Dulcie limped toward the gate, intending to catch a cab to work and avoid any more awkward interactions.

But Kysons arm wrapped around her shoulders, his grip firm yet gentle.

From a nearby room, Sally emerged, her eyes lighting up with satisfaction at the sight of them together.

Thats more like it.

Now that shes injured, you must take good care of her.

Okay, Kyson replied, his tone clipped and noncommittal.

A heavy silence filled the car during the drive to the company.

Dulcies mind was a whirlwind of anxiety and nervousness.

She couldnt shake off the fear of being spotted by someone at the company as she emerged from Kysons car, knowing that it would undoubtedly spark rampant gossip.

Her only hope was that Kyson would pull directly into the parking lot, allowing her to discreetly exit after he had gone inside.

She had carefully crafted a plan to maintain a facade of normalcy and discretion, But all her efforts seemed to crumble as Kysons actions veered sharply from her expectations.

The Luxury car came to a smooth stop right at the entrance of the company. Seeing the bustling entrance, Dulcie hurriedly rolled up the window, cowered inside, and whispered, This is the company entrance.

Why did you stop here? Unlike Dulcies nervousness, Kyson remained indifferent.

You have trouble moving.

This is closer.

Get out.

His tone left no room for refusal.

With a deep breath and feeling the weight of every curious gaze on her, Dulcie opened the car door.

The sleek, dark gray Rolls-Royce with its ostentatious license plate drew immediate attention.

There probably wasnt a second car like it in the entire city of Stastle.noveldrama