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

He endured the itch for three long minutes.

Finally, Dulcie ended her phone call cheerfully and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing Kyson’s grumpy expression, she asked in confusion, “What’s the matter, Mr.

Shaw? Are you having a cramp? Should I call the doctor?”

Kyson clenched his teeth and said in a low voice, “No.

Come here.

Massage.

Scratch!”

Dulcie immediately set aside her phone and heeded Kyson’s instructions, diligently scratching and massaging him.

Kyson felt a wave of relief wash over him.

“Who was that on the phone?” he inquired.

“An HR from a real estate company,” she replied.

“He interviewed me over the phone, thought I was outgoing and nice, and asked if I could come by tomorrow for an in-person meeting.

”

Kyson’s face darkened, and a frown etched deeper lines across his features.

His voice took on a stern tone as he said, “I told you I’d pay you a monthly allowance.

Why are you still job hunting?”

“The two aren’t mutually exclusive.

” Her mind was clear, and she laid out her thoughts.

“First off, when you’re back on your feet, you’ll return to work, meaning you’ll be gone from morning till evening.

During the day, I won’t be needed to look after you as your maid, so I can get a job without any conflict.

”

She went on, “When you announce to everyone in the villa that I’m your wife, they’re Likely to look down on me.

They still see me as just your maid.

A formal job would help me earn some respect.

Moreover, our marriage agreement didn’t prohibit me from working after we got married.

I need to realize my own value, not just laze around here.

Don’t you agree, Mr.

Shaw?”

Kyson was left without words.

She clearly had a knack for business, given how eloquently she justified her position.

She managed to counter his single sentence with a slew of solid arguments.

“If you want to work, fine.

But being a sales rep is out of the question.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

Cancel tomorrow’s interview.

”

His tone brooked no argument; he was laying down the law.

Dulcie was puzzled.

“Why?”

“As a sales rep, you’ll have to attend numerous business dinners.

Being a woman, if you get drunk, it could be dangerous.

What if some unscrupulous men tamper with your drink? Money isn’t worth risking your safety.

If something terrible happens, it’ll be too late to regret it.

Don’t come to me crying if that happens.

”

“I’m not going to cry,” Dulcie muttered under her breath, though she didn’t argue further.

She admitted that his concerns were valid and that she needed to be cautious about such scenarios.

Before she could mull it over, Kyson firmly stated, “It’s settled.

No sales jobs.

Find another line of work.

”

“Mr.

Shaw, this is my decision…”

Kyson cut her off, frowning and setting his phone aside, his mood souring.

“I have an important video conference with the group in half an hour.

Help me change into a suit and get my laptop ready.

”

Dulcie suppressed her frustration and said, “Okay.

”

Understanding the video conference involved business secrets, she knew she shouldn’t stay.

She left the room with her notebook and pen, determined to continue her job search.

Seated in the garden, she meticulously noted down the suitable positions she’d found.

As she focused on her search, she suddenly noticed two pairs of women’s shoes beside her.

Looking up, she saw two young maids.