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

Feeling the sharp pain from his leg wound, Kyson lifted the blanket slightly to check it, revealing he was clad only in a pair of briefs.

Kyson found himself speechless.

His handsome brow furrowed, a touch of embarrassment coloring his expression.

Could you please find me some clothes? Id like to get up and walk around.

Okay, but I dont have many mens clothes here.

My parents died at sea, leaving behind few of my fathers clothes, Gwen explained while searching through old chests.

Kyson, now aware of her limited family support, understood the challenges she faced.

You can try this outfit.

Its clean, Gwen suggested, offering him a set of dark clothing. She blushed slightly before exiting the room.

The clothes, clearly from another era, spoke of their long history.

Once dressed, Kyson came out of the room and spotted a pot of freshly made corn soup on the stove.

Gwen served him a bowl.

Your body needs nutrition.

Tomorrow, Ill catch some fish to aid your recovery.

The corn soup was modest yet inviting.

Kyson devoured it, appreciating its hearty aroma.

Surveying his surroundings, he noted the rooms age but also its spotless condition, a testament to the meticulous care of its occupants.

Its just me and my grandmother here.

We manage on a modest income.

Having a home like this is truly a blessing.

You must be from the city, right? A trace of longing colored her words.

Kyson responded with a gentle smile, his attention often returning to her face.

It was almost as if he saw Lucinda in her.

The next morning brought new scents and sights.

Smoke curled from the chimney while the fragrance of herbs lingered near the woodshed. Gwen, now in a light green dress, highlighted her serene nature.

Despite the rustic setting of a fishing village, she maintained an air of elegance.

She attentively brewed herbs in a small pot, timing each step meticulously to prepare the medicinal brew.

She then carefully transported a bowl of the herbal soup to where Kyson lay recuperating.

As Gwens footsteps neared, Kyson slowly opened his eyes.

His long eyelashes lifted to reveal his striking eyes, which immediately focused on the figure by his bed.noveldrama

Lucinda… Lucinda… he murmured softly.

Her green dress and graceful presence made her resemble a vibrant, blooming flower.