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

The softness and gentleness tempted him, evoking a desire to kiss.

The thought of kissing her carried an extraordinary allure.

Since she was his wife, stealing a secret kiss wouldn’t be breaking any laws.

Inexplicably drawn to Dulcie, he edged closer to those soft Lips.

His heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably as if he were engaging in something forbidden.

Just as he neared Dulcie’s soft lips, Kyson halted.

Abruptly opening his eyes, the affectionate haze dissipated into coldness.This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Uncertain of his thoughts, he refrained from further action, turning away to sleep on the sofa, distancing himself from Dulcie.

For many years, his devotion to Lucinda had kept him indifferent to other women, feeling only revulsion.

But now, he yearned to kiss Dulcie, as if under a spell.

Crazy, it was really crazy.

This woman was captivating, yet he knew he mustn’t indulge in further contact.

He lay there, devoid of desire, sulkily wrapping himself in a blanket, curling up on the sofa for the night.

The next morning arrived.

Dulcie was up first.

When he finally opened his eyes, Dulcie had already set his breakfast on the coffee table with meticulous care.

He sniffed the aroma of fried eggs and toasted bread.

“Mr.

Shaw, you’re awake.

Did you sleep well last night?”

Dulcie, now dressed in professional attire, stood across from the coffee table, regarding him with a slight tilt of her head.

His eyes were still sleepy, his short hair tousled, giving him a disheveled yet approachable look.

However, his expression remained less than pleasant.

Accustomed to the spacious comfort of a wide, soft bed, the sofa had proven too small for him to even comfortably turn over, let alone accommodate his long legs, which had been cramped all night long.

He woke up with a slight soreness in his back and waist, having endured a restless night.

Dulcie chuckled softly, observing his expression, deducing he was suppressing some inner frustration.