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

It resembled a touching melody from a distance.

Lucinda applied just the right force, leaving Nathan’s buttocks only slightly reddened.

Following the whipping, she tenderly massaged his buttocks.

The enchanting nightlife had just commenced.

The night loomed ahead, seemingly endless.

In the Shaw family’s villa, Dulcie perched on the sofa in the bedroom, awaiting Kyson’s return with growing unease.

Though midnight had long passed, Kyson had yet to make an appearance.

She remained clueless about his whereabouts or activities.

With a sigh, she retrieved her phone, navigated to her conversation with him, and began composing a message.

“Mr.

Shaw, where are you? Tonight is our wedding night no matter what…”

She hesitated.

Her words felt too commanding, too demanding for the occasion.

It wasn’t appropriate.

Then she erased every word she had written.

“Mr.

Shaw, are you awake? Tonight is our wedding night.

Will you return?”

Then she realized that placing too much emphasis on it being their wedding night might come across as too intentional.

It wasn’t appropriate either.

Consequently, she erased her message once more.

“Mr.

Shaw, will you return to the villa tonight?” The message was now straightforward and concise.

It struck a balance, neither overly familiar nor distant.

She was quite satisfied.

Having resolved to send the message, she poised her finger over the send button when a commotion in the garden interrupted her.

Approaching the window, she peered into the garden, where she spotted a cluster of servants and several doctors clad in white coats.

Their agitated voices reached her ears, signaling trouble.

Sensing something amiss, she grew concerned.

The gathering of so many people suggested that something serious might have occurred, perhaps an injury.