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

The compact sofa seemed snug and overcrowded; it sparked a memory of Ryder’s plea during dinner for him to treat Dulcie kindly.

This contractual marriage was advantageous for him, providing a fair arrangement with Dulcie.

Nonetheless, he was the one who had brought her into the Shaw family complexities…

He reflected thoughtfully and glanced toward the bathroom.

Half an hour later, Dulcie completed her skincare routine, having washed her face and applied a facial mask.

Emerging from the bathroom, she saw Kyson sprawled across the sofa she had prepared for herself.

Kyson lay there, a thick book held between his fingers and, for the first time, wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

Dulcie paused in surprise.

This was the first occasion she had seen Kyson with glasses in all the time she had known him.

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He naturally suited any attire, blessed with an appealing aesthetic.

Pushing aside thoughts of Kyson’s striking looks, Dulcie approached slowly and murmured timidly, “Mr.

Shaw… This is where I was planning to sleep…”

Kyson flipped a page elegantly and responded softly without glancing up, “It’s cozy here.

I’ve decided to sleep here tonight.

You can use the bed.

”

“What?”

Confused, Dulcie replied, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”

“It’s actually quite good.

” He arched his eyebrows playfully.

“I’m not usually a gentleman, but I can be quite the opposite when I try.

”

She couldn’t help but laugh.

Dulcie found his self-mocking humor endearing.

He was genuinely considerate, yet he framed it as a self-critique.

“Go to sleep now.

You’re blocking my light,” Kyson said as he turned to lie on his side.

“Well, Mr.

Shaw, try to get some rest early.

The sofa is rather small.

If you find it uncomfortable during the night, feel free to wake me.

We can switch places at any time.

”

“Okay,” he replied nonchalantly.

Dulcie stayed put, watching him as he Lay on his side, leisurely reading, and then spoke earnestly.

“Mr.

Shaw, you’ve had a long day.

Try to get some sleep early tonight.

If you must read, please sit up.

It’s bad for your eyes to read like that, especially with glasses on.

”

Kyson scowled, sat up slowly, and responded irritably, “Mind your own business.

”