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

Her beautiful legs were entwined with the quilt provocatively, and Kyson accidentally brushed against her delicate, smooth skin.

His fingertips tingled as if electrified, and he stood there, momentarily dazed.

Despite her casual sleeping posture, Dulcie’s face was stunningly beautiful and captivating.

His Adam’s apple moved involuntarily, and he felt a surge of restlessness in his heart.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Damn it.

He couldn’t believe he was aroused by this woman.

Kyson’s brows knitted together, and his expression became complex.

This sensation made him feel profoundly wrong as if it tainted the ten-year affection he had held for Lucinda.

“Did you forget there’s still a man in the room? How can you sleep so carelessly? If someone with ill intentions were here, he could have taken advantage of you tonight.

”

His voice was somber, and his expression darkened.

Nonetheless, he quietly ensured Dulcie was covered, securing the quilt around her.

Yet, as he turned away, the sleeping Dulcie, with her restless Limbs, again exposed her arm due to the warmth, completely disregarding decorum.

He returned once more, wordlessly tucking her arm back under the quilt.

Suddenly, Dulcie rolled over and instinctively draped her arm around Kyson’s neck, pulling him to the bed.

Kyson felt nervous, lying there with her, observing her serene sleeping face up close.

“You silly girl, faking sleep to get close to me?” he muttered softly, reaching out and gently pinching Dulcie’s cheek with his fingertips, testing if she was awake.

He had initially intended a firm pinch, but her skin proved unexpectedly soft and delicate, possessing a resilient texture that was remarkably pleasant to touch.

Fair and thin, her complexion seemed vulnerable, suggesting a forceful pinch could easily leave a deep red mark.

For reasons he couldn’t fathom, Kyson found himself unable to execute the intended pinch.

His fingertips, now rigid against her cheek, gently exerted pressure a few more times.

The woman stirred in her sleep, murmuring and frowning as she unconsciously brushed his hand away.

“Stop it.

I’m married.

”

The faint but clear murmur reached Kyson’s ears.

Instantly, a wave of relief washed over him.

It was thoughtful of her to be aware of her marital status and maintain a boundary with other men.

Her cheeks were incredibly soft, offering a soothing sensation that eased his stress.

Once Kyson began, he couldn’t resist pinching them repeatedly.

His deep blue eyes inadvertently landed on her pink lips.