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

The truth was, her affection for Kyson was longstanding and profound.

“You’re very handsome in a suit and tie, with a demeanor that’s regally untouchable.

”

Although accustomed to flattery, Kyson couldn’t help but feel a surge of pride hearing his wife’s compliments.

“You’ve never seen me in a military uniform.

I looked even better in F5”

He was famed for his charm in uniform during his days at the Secret Investigation Department; the uniform lent his refined features a slightly menacing, yet incredibly striking air.

“I’d love to see you in your uniform someday.

” Dulcie was genuinely eager.

“Why don’t you wear your uniform anymore?”

Her innocent question abruptly shifted Kyson’s mood; his expression turned icy.

He placed her on the stairs leading to the second floor, his face clouded.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Confused by his sudden change, Dulcie asked, “Mr.

Shaw, did I say something wrong?”

He didn’t reply directly.

Instead, he instructed indifferently, “Go back to the room and change into a fresh outfit.

Join us downstairs in the dining room for dinner later.

”

With that, he turned and ascended to his study to work.

As Dulcie watched Kyson walk away, the chill in his gaze still haunted her.

It was clear there were aspects of his past she was unaware of, and she resolved to discreetly ask Connolly about them to avoid further upsetting Kyson.

Yet… she couldn’t help but recall how striking Kyson looked in a skirt, though up close, the masculinity marked by his prominent Adam’s apple was undeniable.

Shaking her head to dispel the daydreams, Dulcie returned to her room to change her outfit.

Earlier, Kyson had publicly defended Dulcie, confronting Betty and Reina who had caused trouble, and he had promptly dismissed them.

He also declared Dulcie his wife in front of several witnesses.

The news quickly permeated the entire Shaw household, though Ryder, who had just returned, was still in the dark.

At the dinner table, Sally’s knowing smile directed at Dulcie, suggesting she understood more than she let on.

The lengthy table, draped in pure white, was laden with exquisite dishes.

However, as Kyson, the head of the family, had not yet begun to eat, everyone else remained seated, waiting to start.

When Ryder’s favorite dish, cheesy mashed potatoes, was brought out, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Kyson, what’s the big news? Let’s hear it, or the food will get cold.

I’m starving.

”

Kyson, unfazed, responded, “Let’s eat then.

It’s just a family matter-nothing too formal.

”

He began the meal with a spoonful of soup, signaling everyone else to start.

It was Dulcie’s first time at a dinner with the nobility, and unsure of the protocols, she kept her eyes on Kyson, mimicking his actions to fit in.

As Kyson gracefully handled his utensils, Dulcie mirrored his movements precisely.

She matched his placement of the napkin on the right, ensuring hers was never on the left.