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

At half past six in the afternoon, Kyson finished cleaning Sonny’s three restrooms, a task he had never imagined himself doing.

His body ached from the unfamiliar labor.

Leaning against the wall in the exit passageway of the lab, Kyson lit a cigarette.

The smoke curled around him, his dominant stance clashing strikingly with the delicate skirt he wore.

Convinced he was alone, Kyson swept his long hair back and slouched, embracing a rebellious pose.

Footsteps echoed from downstairs.

Kyson paid them no mind, continuing to puff on his cigarette.

The building towered with seven floors.

Kyson doubted anyone would forgo the elevator to trudge up to the sixth floor.

Yet, the footsteps persisted, growing louder with each passing moment.Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

Just as Kyson was about to depart, the visitor rounded the corner, halting midway on the stairwell between the fifth and sixth floors, and looked up at Kyson.

Their gazes met, filled with mutual discomfort.

The newcomer was dressed in a lab coat, the typical attire of a research scientist, likely a young doctor.

His eyes widened at the sight of Kyson’s commanding pose in a miniskirt.

Snapping back to reality, Kyson quickly crossed his legs and cleared his throat, adopting a feminine tone.

“What are you looking at? Is the sight of a pretty lady enjoying a smoke so unusual?”

Having excelled in a disguise course at the Secret Investigation Department’s training facility, Kyson was adept at — such transformations.

Clad in an elegant women’s outfit, his true identity was well- concealed.

The young man adjusted his glasses in a fluster and averted his gaze, mumbling an apology.

“You ought to apologize.

Now, please leave.

You’re ruining my smoke break.

”

To the young scientist, Kyson’s voice was high-pitched and distinctly feminine, his appearance convincingly that of a foreign lady, though his demeanor told another story.

“I truly didn’t mean to intrude,” the man stammered, bowing awkwardly before ascending the stairs.

Kyson, who was ahead on the stairs, halted him abruptly.

“Why are you headed upstairs? Go back, exit through the passage, and use the elevator.

”

The man, perplexed, dared not gaze into Kyson’s stunning yet daunting visage.

“Okay, okay,” he stammered, turning to leave.

Kyson exhaled a cloud of smoke and resettled into his imposing, icy posture.

Physically drained from the day’s work, he resented any interruptions.

Brooding over the disturbance, Kyson’s thoughts were interrupted by footsteps.

The young doctor reappeared on the stairs, looking up at him.

Kyson adjusted his posture, suspecting his disguise had been exposed.

In a feigned light tone, he challenged, “What’s the matter? Looking for a fight?”

The man, visibly tense, hesitated for a moment before extracting his phone from his suit pocket.

Kyson watched intently, trying to discern his intentions.

Finally, mustering some bravery, the man stammered, “Well… Miss, I’m twenty-eight, a chemistry grad student at Kimdom University in Slandom.

I have a PhD, I’m straight, enjoy reading, and I’m not much of a talker…”

Kyson was dumbfounded.

Why was this stranger sharing his life story?

The man continued, tapping on his phone, and then shyly offered it to Kyson.

“I… I’d like to get to know you better.

Could I… maybe add you on MSN?”

Kyson’s brow furrowed in disbelief.

What the hell was going on?