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

Wiping the sweat from her forehead, Dulcie explained, Mr.

Shaw, I figured you needed these files urgently.

Carrying them bit by bit would waste time and disrupt others, so I made this makeshift cart.

Him.

Pretty clever.

A slight smile curled Kysons lips as his fingers, adorned with a Cartier ring, twirled a pen, the metal cap clicking rhythmically.

Since you managed to bring them here quickly, you can also categorize them promptly.noveldrama

A shiver ran down Dulcies spine. What? But… While loading the files, she noticed how mixed they were.

Sorting them would take an enormous amount of time.

I trust you wont disappoint me.

Dont disturb me unless its necessary.

Kysons attention returned to his typing as if she had vanished into thin air.

Dulcie couldnt get a word in edgewise and dared not interrupt him when he was so deeply engrossed in his work.

A look of resignation crept onto her face as she glanced at the daunting piles of documents.

Resigned to her situation, she reluctantly began the task at hand.

The sleek leather surface soon disappeared beneath the clutter of papers, each stack representing another layer of her growing frustration.

Kysons eyes lingered on her from behind his screen, a subtle amusement lighting his features as he watched Dulcie busily work.

The determination etched on her face brought a rare smile to his Lips.

He couldnt pinpoint when it started, but Kyson became increasingly drawn to her, her every move capturing his attention.

This was something he hadnt yet realized.

Finishing his immediate tasks, he glanced her way again.

Taking all day to do this? How slow can you be? The words felt like a dagger. Of course, with his years of experience, he could process files in a snap.

Dulcie was merely a new assistant, still finding her footing amidst the demanding workload.

They were operating with entirely different capacities! Swallowing her frustration, she replied obediently, Im almost done, just a moment.

Determination redoubled, she focused on the files as sweat beaded her forehead.

In her haste, a stack of papers slipped from her grasp, scattering across the floor.

As she bent down to pick them up, her collarbone peeked out from beneath her blouse.

Kyson, catching the glimpse from the corner of his eye, cleared his throat awkwardly and quickly averted his gaze.