Thepact sofa seemed snug and overcrowded; it sparked a memory of Ryder’s plea during dinner for him to treat Dulcie kindly.


    This contractual marriage was advantageous for him, providing a fair arrangement with Dulcie.


    Nheless, he was the one who had brought her into the Shaw familyplexities…


    He reflected thoughtfully and nced toward the bathroom.


    Half an hourter, Dulciepleted her skincare routine, having washed her face and applied a facial mask.


    Emerging from the bathroom, she saw Kyson sprawled across the sofa she had prepared for herself.


    Kysony there, a thick book held between his fingers and, for the first time, wearing gold-rimmed sses.


    Dulcie paused in surprise.


    This was the first asion she had seen Kyson with sses in all the time she had known him.


    He looked distant yet alluring, seemingly indifferent yet maic.


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    He naturally suited any attire, blessed with an appealing aesthetic.


    Pushing aside thoughts of Kyson’s striking looks, Dulcie approached slowly and murmured timidly, “Mr.


    Shaw… This is where I was nning to sleep…”


    Kyson flipped a page elegantly and responded softly without ncing up, “It’s cozy here.


    I’ve decided to sleep here tonight.


    You can use the bed.


    ”


    “What?”


    Confused, Dulcie replied, “I don’t think that’s such a good idea…”


    “It’s actually quite good.


    ” He arched his eyebrows yfully.


    “I’m not usually a gentleman, but I can be quite the opposite when I try.


    ”


    She couldn’t help butugh.


    Dulcie found his self-mocking humor endearing.


    He was genuinely considerate, yet he framed it as a self-critique.


    “Go to sleep now.


    You’re blocking my light,” Kyson said as he turned to lie on his side.


    “Well, Mr.


    Shaw, try to get some rest early.


    The sofa is rather small.


    If you find it ufortable during the night, feel free to wake me.


    We can switch ces at any time.


    ”


    “Okay,” he replied nonchntly.


    Dulcie stayed put, watching him as he Lay on his side, leisurely reading, and then spoke earnestly.


    “Mr.


    Shaw, you’ve had a long day.


    Try to get some sleep early tonight.


    If you must read, please sit up.


    It’s bad for your eyes to read like that, especially with sses on.


    ”


    Kyson scowled, sat up slowly, and responded irritably, “Mind your own business.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    ”