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

Kyson sported a completely different style than the maid’s dress.

After the selections were made, the shop assistant totaled up the items and said politely, “Sir, your total comes to $88, 888.

90.

Will you be paying by card?”

Sonny instinctively reached for his wallet.

Realizing he wasn’t buying clothes for Luisa, he sighed, glanced back at Kyson awkwardly navigating in high heels, and instructed, “Come over here and pay.

”

Wobbling precariously in his unfamiliar high heels, Kyson nearly toppled over.

His serious frown turned into a glare aimed directly at Sonny.

He raised his eyebrows, silently asking, “What?”

Even the sales assistant at the counter had her eyes glued to Sonny.

The man took his girlfriend shopping for clothes and made her pay?

Unbelievable!

The sales assistant studied Sonny closely.

At first, he seemed quite charming, but now he just looked like a jerk.

Feeling the heat of her judgmental gaze, Sonny awkwardly smiled.

Explaining that Kyson was actually a man in disguise would only make things worse-they’d be seen as perverts! So, he improvised.

“ALL my money is with her.

I don’t have any cash on me.

”

The sales assistant’s eyes lit up in understanding.

“Sir, you’re such a good boyfriend.

Your girlfriend is lucky to have someone who hands over his paycheck willingly.

”

Sonny beamed with a bit too much pride.

For his Luisa, he was indeed a good husband.

He shot a meaningful look at Kyson, silently urging, “What are you waiting for? Pay up.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

”

Kyson, who was forced into women’s clothes for an undercover mission, narrowed his eyes.

This whole expense should be on Sonny, yet he was trying to make Kyson foot the bill.

Was Sonny planning to get a reimbursement from the National Security Bureau with the invoice?

Same old Sonny, scheming as always.

Although Kyson was well-off, he wasn’t about to become a sucker and pay for someone else’s bills.

Clearing his throat, Kyson adjusted his voice to a sweet, delicate tone.

“What are you talking about? I don’t have any money.

Didn’t I give you all my salary this month? You said your wife wanted a diamond necklace, and I paid for it.

”

The sales assistant’s expression morphed into one of horror.