Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2325

As Kyson carried Dulcie through the gates of the villa, the new butler, Connolly Williamson, who emerged to greet him, was taken aback.

“Sir, who is this?”

Kyson, who had remained single for years, had actually brought a woman home tonight!

And he was carrying her in his arms!

Was the longtime bachelor finally going to break his streak?

Faced with Connolly’s astonishment, Kyson did not explain.

Instead, he instructed him impassively, “Do not disturb the other members of the Shaw family.

Arrange for a bowl of hangover soup to be sent to my room later.

”

“Yes, sir,” Connolly replied, sensing something amiss.

“Are you sure you want hangover soup instead of aphrodisiac.

.

Kyson understood the insinuation.

But he chose to respond in silence.

He ascended the stairs with Dulcie cradled in his arms.

Observing his departure, Connolly smiled with relief.

“Finally, Mr.

Shaw has come to his senses!”

Upon returning to his bedroom, Kyson opted not to place Dulcie on the bed but rather settled her on the nearby sofa.

Intoxicated by alcohol, Dulcie’s skin bore a rosy hue, and her breath was tainted with the scent of wine.

Kyson sat silently beside her, observing her features for a moment.

He acknowledged that her beauty would undoubtedly be enhanced with a bit of grooming.

However, regardless of her appearance, he knew he wouldn’t develop any romantic feelings for her.

A knock echoed at the door.

Standing outside was Connolly, holding a tray with two bowls of soup.

“Mr.

Shaw, I’ve brought some hangover soup.

”

Kyson rose and opened the door, greeted by the sight of two distinct bowls of soup on the tray.

Connolly’s smile was so wide that it accentuated the wrinkles on his face.

He addressed Kyson with careful explanation.

“Mr.

Shaw, here’s the hangover soup, and this next bowl is something special.

It’ll keep you and the lady entertained all night long.

Ha-ha, I took the liberty of bringing it without your request.

”

Kyson narrowed his eyes, fixing his gaze on the bowl labeled as the “special” soup.

With a frown, he retorted, “Do you think I’m impotent and in need of it?”

Connolly was momentarily taken aback.

“No, it’s not that I doubt your strength, sir, but… Just in case.

”

Kyson, maintaining a cold demeanor, instructed, “Leave the hangover soup and take the other bowl away.

If I truly wanted to do something, I wouldn’t need your concoction.

”