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

Sally observed Dulcies retreating figure and decided against it.

Lets give her some space.

If she needs anything, we can always call the doctor later.

Considering Dulcies current state, she might not even recognize her own symptoms.

Kyson had really dropped the ball this time.

His prolonged absence without any communication had clearly taken its toll on Dulcie.

Fortunately, Dulcie wasnt one to hold grudges. Otherwise, Kyson would have an even tougher time making amends.

The echoes of water splashing resonated from the bathroom as Dulcie peeled off her mud-streaked clothes and stepped into the bathtub.

The warm water cascaded over her, washing away the weariness and gloom that had cloaked her day.

Lazily leaning back in the tub, her gaze drifted to his bathrobe hanging nearby, a reminder of the delightful evening that might have been.

As she soaked, thick steam soon filled the bathroom, veiling her expression.

After her bath, Dulcie wrapped herself in his bathrobe, ambled out of the bathroom, collapsed onto the bed, and buried her face in his pillow, which still held traces of Kysons scent.

She lay there, gazing at the ceiling, battling to sleep and forget her troubles, yet sleep remained elusive.

Accustomed to Kysons presence, the sound of his breathing, the comfort of his embrace, and the warmth of his chest, the night now seemed unbearably silent.

The shrill alarm awakened her in the early morning.noveldrama

She leapt from the bed, dressed swiftly, and dashed downstairs, compelled by some unseen force.

Dulcie… Sally attempted to speak, but Dulcie was already through the door before she could finish her sentence.

It appeared that staying busy was Dulcies only refuge from her troubling thoughts.

She maneuvered through the crowded subway, raced to catch the bus, and managed to arrive at work just in the nick of time.

Gasping for breath, Dulcie settled at her desk, only then realizing the absence of Kyson meant no one was there to assign her daily tasks.

As Kysons personal assistant, her role was distinct from that of others. She rose and entered Kysons office, attending to the plants and tidying his desk as she normally would.

The open files scattered about his desk were a testament to his hasty departure.

Kyson was usually one to keep everything meticulously organized.

After wrapping up her tasks, Dulcie descended from the top floor by elevator.

Other employees took note of her exhausted demeanor and whispered among themselves.

Doesnt she usually arrive at work with the CEO? Why did she leave so early today? I havent seen Mr.

Shaw since yesterday afternoon.