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

“I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice trembling with regret.

“You mentioned earlier today that you wanted to try things with me, and now I’ve only brought you embarrassment…”

“It doesn’t matter,” Kyson interjected calmly, his patience unwavering.

Retrieving the bundle of over 7@ thousand dollars from the table, he knelt on one knee before Dulcie.

“Do you still need this money?” he asked gently, offering it to her.

“It’s all yours.

”

Dulcie lifted her gaze to meet Kyson’s, but the intensity of his blue eyes caused her to avert her gaze.

After a moment of contemplation, Dulcie declined, her voice resolute.

“No, I can’t accept it.

If you hadn’t intervened when you did, I shudder to think what might have happened to me.

The money rightfully belongs to you, Mr.

Shaw.

”

Kyson’s laughter filled the room; he found Dulcie’s occasional innocence utterly endearing.

“I don’t really need the money, and I didn’t exactly swoop in to save the day.

Consider this money rightfully yours.

Think of it as compensation for putting your fighting skills to the test back there.

Besides, you’re injured and you’ll need funds for emergency medical treatment,” Kyson explained earnestly, acknowledging Dulcie’s bravery in the face of danger.

Summoning her courage, Dulcie met Kyson’s gaze.

“Mr.NôvelDrama.Org holds this content.

Shaw, I earn money at the bar this way.

Will you judge me for it?” she inquired, her curiosity evident.

A warm smile graced Kyson’s lips as he replied, “No, you’re an adult.

You have to make a living.

I understand that.

Just remember to prioritize your safety.

”

“Thank you,” Dulcie murmured gratefully as Kyson extended the money toward her.

Accepting it with mixed emotions, Dulcie resolved to view the money as compensation for the trauma she endured.

With it, she could buy the perfume for Kyson and still have enough to cover her rent.

ALL things considered, it wasn’t such a dire outcome after all.

Observing Dulcie’s ability to smile even in adversity, Kyson couldn’t help but see her as a somewhat carefree soul.

“Let me take you to the hospital.

Can you manage to walk on your own?” he inquired.

“I can walk, but there’s really no need for the hospital.

I just took a few hits and got bruised up a bit.

It’s nothing serious,”

Dulcie insisted, downplaying her injuries.

“Then at least let me drive you home,” Kyson decided, standing up and preparing to leave with a sense of purpose.

As he took a few steps toward the door, he noticed Dulcie hadn’t moved.

“Is something wrong?”

He saw her standing motionless, her eyes red and tears mingling with blood on her face, a picture of misery.