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

“OK… It’s done…”

Kyson gazed at her unblinkingly and said, “From now on, you don’t need to do such things.

We have servants for that.

Actually, you don’t need to do anything.

Consider this your home.

You can do whatever you like during the day without my interference.

”

She looked down.

“Connolly already informed me.

To others, I am considered your maid.

Therefore, it’s my responsibility to look after you when you’re injured, or it might raise suspicions.

”

He had almost forgotten.

At the dining table, Sally had inquired about their relationship.

At that time, he hadn’t defined his relationship with Dulcie clearly, so he had referred to her as his personal maid.

But they had already gotten married.

Their marriage was meant to last only a year.

Yet, for this year, Dulcie was officially his wife.

“It’s my mistake.

I didn’t manage things well.

We married so suddenly, I kept it a secret at home.

Give me some time, and I’ll find the right moment to tell everyone.

”

Dulcie’s head remained bowed, despondent.

“Actually, if you prefer not to tell anyone, that’s okay.

It’s only for a year.

After that, we’ll be divorced.

”

“Nope.

I’m spreading the word at home.

A year’s a decent stretch, not short at all.

You’re my official wife, even if it’s hush-hush, and you deserve the full Mrs.

Shaw treatment in this villa during that time.

”

He was adamant that she shouldn’t be seen just as a maid, subjected to others’ orders.

“Just trust me on this one.

”

His tone left no room for argument.

Hearing this, Dulcie said no more and quietly took the glass away.

His left leg and right hand were broken, so he needed to rest.

Consequently, the consequences of his bet with Sonny were postponed until a week later.

During those seven days, he hadn’t left his bed to ensure optimal recovery.

Dulcie insisted on caring for him, as she was both his wife and maid nominally.

He found no reason to continually refuse her help.

She wiped his body, fed him meals and medicine, and kept him entertained.

She took excellent care of him in every way.

It appeared that their familiarity with each other was growing, and subtly, something between them was changing.

One afternoon, after Dulcie had given Kyson his medication, tranquility returned to the bedroom.

Dulcie was sitting on the sofa, focused on her phone.

A small notebook lay on the coffee table, and she was writing something with a ballpoint pen.

Propped up against the headboard, Kyson was also using his phone but occasionally glanced at her.

Noticing her concentration, he couldn’t resist asking, “What are you writing?”

“I’m looking for a job.

Remember, I resigned from my job at the restaurant.

”

Kyson stared at her.

“Yes, I remember.

But I’ve already arranged for you to return to the aquarium.

I told them to consider your absence these days as leave.

Why haven’t you gone back?”