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

Her voice was soft, but the car was quiet, and Kyson heard every word.

A strange feeling stirred in his heart, one he tried hard to suppress.

He responded in a calm tone, “Love is the most unreliable thing in the world.

I can’t give it to you now, and it will be the same after a year.

You’d be better off not pinning your hopes on it.

Be practical and think about the financial compensation.

”

Dulcie’s face turned pale, and she fell silent.

Kyson also refrained from speaking, and an uneasy silence filled the car.

More than ten minutes later, the luxury car stopped a hundred yards from the company.

Kyson turned to her.

“There are too many employees at the front gate.

As a newcomer, it’s not ideal for you to be seen getting out of a luxury car.

You can walk from here.

”

Dulcie had intended to suggest this herself earlier, so she was surprised he had the same thought.

“Thank you for driving me to work, Mr.

Shaw.

”

She placed her hand on the door handle, and then paused, a sudden realization dawning on her.

“Wait a minute.

I never told you where I was working this morning.

How did you know the location so precisely, Mr.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Shaw?”

Kyson smiled faintly.

“I asked Kurt in advance while waiting for you.

Otherwise, you’d be late, given how stupid you are.

”

Dulcie was rendered speechless by Kyson’s blunt remark about her being stupid.

And it left her feeling a twinge of embarrassment.

“Thank you, Mr.

Shaw.

I’m getting out of the car,” she muttered despondently.

“Alright,” Kyson replied nonchalantly, lighting a cigarette.

She hurriedly exited the car, mindful of the time, and ran toward the building.

As Kyson watched her retreating figure, he shook his head.

“She’s a contradictory woman.

Sometimes smart, sometimes so foolish, always making mistakes.

”

After finishing his cigarette, Kyson drove to the lab.

The women’s clothing was draped over the back seat, and once he arrived at the open-air parking lot, he quickly changed into the attire.

It was a regular working day.

Kyson checked the time.

With Destinee off to kindergarten, he anticipated a smooth day of cleaning the restrooms with Sonny, free from the little girl’s mischievous interruptions.

Meanwhile, Lucinda was busy escorting her daughter to kindergarten.

In the car, Destinee was her usual chatty self, eager to share her secrets.

“Mommy, did you know Kyson had a date with Dulcie some time ago?”

Lucinda’s curiosity was piqued.

“Who is Dulcie?”