Ignoring Dulcie’s perplexed expression, Kyson strolled over to the small sofa in the study.


    He loungedfortably, crossing his long legs, and pulled out hisptop to begin working.


    Several minutes passed before Dulcie realized there was someone else in the study.


    Kyson remained.


    She tilted her head, observing him from afar.


    “Mr.


    Shaw, are you busy with work?”


    Focused on hisptop, Kyson typed away, his slender fingers moving swiftly over the keys, ignoring herpletely.


    Dulcie hesitated, unsure what to say.


    If he truly was engrossed in work, she felt a twinge of guilt.


    She had taken over his desk, forcing him, the owner, to perch on the small sofa to work.


    “Mr.


    Shaw, perhaps… we could switch seats?”


    Kyson paused his typing, giving her a cold nce as if she had uttered something foolish.


    She was using a desktopputer.


    How could they exchange seats?All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Could she not consider her words before speaking?


    As he pondered, Kyson’s expression remained impassive.


    “No need.


    Just focus on your task and leave me alone.


    ”


    Dulcie remained silent.


    She wisely continued typing.


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    In the study, the only sound was the rhythmic tapping of keys.


    They worked separately, yet the atmosphere was as harmonious as that of a long-married couple.


    Dulcie was still new to typing, hence her speed was slow.


    Two hours passed; Kyson hadpleted his work while she had not.


    Frowning, Kyson stared coldly at her profile for a long moment.


    She appeared deeply engrossed.


    Why was she so slow? Was it due to an excessive workload or simply herck of capability?


    Quietly, he approached behind her to observe her progress on theputer.


    Observing her typing, he was utterly astonished.


    “You’re the first person I’ve ever seen typing with two fingers.


    ”


    Taken aback, Dulcie remained silent.