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

Dulcie bit her lip awkwardly, her voice barely above a whisper.

“My legs… they’re numb.

I can’t… I can’t get up.

I didn’t mean to…”

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she trailed off, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

Just moments ago, she had claimed she could manage on her own, yet now she found herself unable to stand.

Kyson couldn’t help but chuckle at the irony of the situation.

She had been fearlessly facing off against those men, and now here she was, unable to stand in his presence.

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Returning to Dulcie’s side, he gently lifted her up, finding her weight surprisingly light in his arms.

As he cradled her against his chest, her disheveled appearance only served to heighten her vulnerable charm.

With her bloodied hair and fragile frame, Dulcie resembled a broken doll in Kyson’s arms, her pitiful state tugging at his heartstrings and evoking an instinctual desire to protect her.

For a moment, Kyson simply gazed at her, his mind elsewhere despite the scene before him.

In reality, he was lost in thoughts of Lucinda.

Lucinda, too, had been delicate and slender.

In their youth, he had held her just like this, promising to protect and care for her always.

But now, she no longer needed him; their paths had diverged irreversibly.

Under the subdued lighting of the private room, Kyson’s piercing blue eyes held a shadow of introspection.

Dulcie, oblivious to his inner turmoil, averted her gaze, feeling self-conscious in her disheveled state.

“Let’s go, Mr.

Shaw.

I’d like to go home,” she murmured softly.

In Kyson’s embrace, Dulcie timidly tugged at his shirt, feeling his warmth.

Kyson, regaining his composure, wordlessly carried Dulcie out of the room.

As they reached the corridor, they encountered several officers from the National Security Bureau, led not by Sonny but by Fletcher, the leader of the ninth unit.

Upon seeing Dulcie’s bloodied state, Fletcher’s concern was evident as he inquired, “Mr.

Shaw, what happened to her?”

Before Dulcie could respond, Kyson spoke up, his tone firm.

“She was attacked.

When the perpetrators learned the police were called, they fled.

There’s no need to go to the private room.

”

Fletcher insisted on following protocol.

“We still need to review the surveillance footage.

Those responsible will face consequences.

”

Kyson nodded in acknowledgment.

“Thank you.

I’ll ensure she receives medical attention.

”

Although he had agreed to let those men go, Kyson knew he had little control over the situation if the National Security Bureau intervened.