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

Ignoring Dulcie’s perplexed expression, Kyson strolled over to the small sofa in the study.

He lounged comfortably, crossing his long legs, and pulled out his laptop to begin working.

Several minutes passed before Dulcie realized there was someone else in the study.

Kyson remained.

She tilted her head, observing him from afar.

“Mr.

Shaw, are you busy with work?”

Focused on his laptop, Kyson typed away, his slender fingers moving swiftly over the keys, ignoring her completely.

Dulcie hesitated, unsure what to say.

If he truly was engrossed in work, she felt a twinge of guilt.

She had taken over his desk, forcing him, the owner, to perch on the small sofa to work.

“Mr.

Shaw, perhaps… we could switch seats?”

Kyson paused his typing, giving her a cold glance as if she had uttered something foolish.

She was using a desktop computer.

How could they exchange seats?

Could she not consider her words before speaking?

As he pondered, Kyson’s expression remained impassive.

“No need.

Just focus on your task and leave me alone.

”

Dulcie remained silent.

She wisely continued typing.

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In the study, the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keys.

They worked separately, yet the atmosphere was as harmonious as that of a long-married couple.

Dulcie was still new to typing, hence her speed was slow.

Two hours passed; Kyson had completed his work while she had not.

Frowning, Kyson stared coldly at her profile for a long moment.

She appeared deeply engrossed.

Why was she so slow? Was it due to an excessive workload or simply her lack of capability?

Quietly, he approached behind her to observe her progress on the computer.

Observing her typing, he was utterly astonished.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever seen typing with two fingers.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

”

Taken aback, Dulcie remained silent.