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

She liked most of them, even though anyone with romantic intentions was gently turned away.

Even though she was still upset with Kyson, the idea of seeing anyone else just didnt sit right with her.

Alright, Ill be there soon, Dulcie said with a small smile.

Miley sent her the address right away, buzzing with excitement.

Dulcie slipped into a comfortable dress, trying to shake off her distracted mood, and made her way to the meeting spot.

When she arrived, Miley greeted her like a whirlwind, sharing funny stories and jokes.

But despite the cheerful atmosphere, Dulcie couldnt focus.

Kysons face kept creeping into her mind, no matter how hard she tried to push him away. It was as if some invisible string connected them.

While Kyson was in the middle of a phone call with Gwen, Dulcie suddenly slipped into his thoughts.

He went quiet, his mind wandering.

Kyson? Are you still there? If youre busy, you should go ahead with your work.

We can talk later.

Gwens voice nudged him back to reality.

Lately, Kyson had been calling Gwen during his spare moments, using their conversations to fill the growing silence around him.

At first, it was a welcome distraction, but more and more, Dulcie started creeping back into his mind.

Not wanting Gwen to pick up on his inner turmoil, Kyson quickly made an excuse to end the call.

The tie around his neck felt like a noose.

Irritated, he yanked it loose and walked over to the window, his gaze drifting to the spot where Dulcie used to work.

Back then, he would occasionally stood by the window to catch a glimpse of her.

As frustration bubbled to the surface, Kyson flicked his lighter and ignited a cigarette.

The smoke spiraled lazily upward, yet the weight on his chest grew heavier, making each breath a battle.

What was she up to right now? At three in the afternoon, Kurt walked in to drop off some documents. As he swung the office door open, a thick cloud of smoke smacked him in the face, forcing a cough from his throat.

The ashtray on the table was brimming with cigarette butts.

Just how many cigarettes did Kyson smoke in an afternoon? Didnt he care about his lungs? Stepping closer, Kurt snatched the cigarette from Kysons fingers and flung open the window, eager to let in some fresh air.noveldrama

Mr.

Shaw, are you okay? Youve been puffing away like theres no tomorrow.

Kysons piercing blue eyes were bloodshot, exhaustion etched into every line of his face.

Kurt couldnt shake the gnawing worry in his gut, haunted by the thought that something terrible could have unfolded if hed arrived even a moment too late.