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

Returning to the office with a fresh cup of coffee, Dulcie carefully placed it beside Kyson, nudging it slightly toward him.

Mr.

Shaw, Ive made a new cup of coffee.

Please try it.

If its not to your liking, Ill make another one.noveldrama

The rich aroma wafted to his nose.

Kyson slowly lifted his head and gave Dulcie a brief, appraising look.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, his brow furrowing slightly before his expression shifted through a series of unreadable emotions.

Gradually, his eyes settled into a contemplative look as if the flavor held some profound significance. Sweat formed on Dulcies nose, her heart pounding wildly.

Multiple scenarios raced through her mind, each conjuring a different potential reaction from Kyson.

In the stillness of the office, time seemed to stretch endlessly in that single sip.

The tension hung so thick it felt as though the very air was being sucked out of the room.

From the corner of his eye, Kyson observed her reaction, finding it quite amusing.

A faint smile played at his lips, still poised over the cup rim.

Composing himself swiftly, he placed the cup back down, his handsome features now a mask of seriousness.

A single word finally escaped his lips: Good.

The relief was instantaneous for Dulcie, who exhaled a long-held breath, feeling an immense weight lift off her shoulders.

Is there anything else you need, Mr.

The agony had felt like years, each second dragging on eternally.

You may go, Kyson replied, his gaze already returning to his screen, dismissing her with a finality that brooked no argument.

Respectfully nodding, Dulcie walked out of the office with the tray, closing the door with deliberate care.

Once outside, joy bubbled up uncontrollably.

With a euphoric leap, she raised the tray victoriously, feeling instantly refreshed.

Phew! Finally having the chance to work by Kysons side, she resolved not to annoy him.

This was her opportunity to prove to those who doubted her that she was worthy of respect.

Back at her desk, the phone rang again, barely giving her a moment to sit.

Quickly picking it up, she asked patiently, Mr. Shaw, what can I do for you? Go to Kourtneys office and collect the files.

Bring them to me.

Yes, sir.

As soon as Kyson hung up, Dulcie stood up like a soldier on a mission.

The elevator ride to the 15th floor felt fast yet endless, every floor passing by in a blur.

She marched through the corridor, aware of the curious glances.

However, the stares no longer fazed her.

Becoming the CEOs assistant reduced the malicious whispers and deliberate pranks significantly.

The fear of Kyson kept trouble at bay on the top floor.