As Kyson’s lips drew nearer, Dulcie’s breath hitched in nervous anticipation.
Was he… about to kiss her?
The thought allowed her to imagine a tender memory to cherish post- divorce.
She closed her eyes, lost in the swell of emotions, careful not to break the fragile moment.
However, Kyson paused mere inches from her lips and whispered, “You’ve been glued to your phone a lottely.
What’s been keeping you busy?”
Why would he bring up such an irrelevant topic? Itpletely ruined the romantic mood.
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Dulcie opened her eyes to find him reclining in his chair, back to the initial distance between them.
He hadn’t intended to kiss her.
She had misinterpreted his intentions.
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks a deeper shade of red.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’ve been job hunting,” she replied.
“Still haven’t found anything?”
She nodded, a hint of frustration in her voice.
“It’s challenging to find something that fits your criteria.
No jobs involvingte nights, social drinking, or revealing attire.
”
“I’m concerned for your safety,” he said with a raised eyebrow and a yful smile.
“But how long do you n on sitting here?”
Startled, Dulcie quickly got up as if jolted by electricity, stammering, “I’m sorry!”
Kyson, left speechless by her abrupt reaction, nced down at his legs, which seemed to retain the warmth of her presence.
She was… undeniably attractive.
“Well.
” Dulcie fidgeted with her fingers.
“I just came to bring you some juice and thank you.
I’ve said what I needed to, so I won’t keep you from your work any longer.
”
“Okay,” Kyson responded nonchntly.Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
Dulcie turned and fled, her face aze with embarrassment.
The door to the study closed behind her, leaving the room silent except for Kyson’s presence.
Kyson stared at his right hand as if under a spell.
Just moments before, he had wrapped it around Dulcie’s waist, pulling her close.
Her waist was slender, hardly fleshy, yet exceptionally soft.