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

Sonny couldn’t help but wonder how Kyson could utter those words without a hint of guilt weighing on his conscience.

He speculated that Kyson was the type who routinely spun sweet lies to charm unsuspecting girls.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

While Sonny was lost in thought, Destinee’s sudden glance caught him off guard, prompting him to quickly recompose himself.

She fixed her gaze on him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears, while a pout formed on her rosy lips.

It was as if she was silently pleading or questioning him about something.

Her long, curly eyelashes, once distinct, were now dampened with tears, accentuating her already pitiful appearance.

Sonny’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of her pitiful expression.

He found it unbearable to witness her in such distress.

“Well…” Sonny began tentatively, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words to express his thoughts.

“Me too! It was a bet, and we even had a lawyer present to make it official with our signatures.

Naturally, I’ll honor the bet.

Besides, it’s Nathan’s punishment for me, since I didn’t win outright.

I certainly won’t brush you off!”

Surprisingly, he found himself adept at deception as well.

Leaning casually against the headboard of the bed, Kyson raised his eyebrows in a meaningful gaze fixed upon Sonny.

Sonny returned the gaze with a steely glare of his own.

In the silence that enveloped them, it was as if they engaged in a silent competition, each trying to outdo the other with their unwavering stares.

Destinee shifted her gaze from Kyson to Sonny, her expression questioning.

“Uncle Sonny, that’s not true,” she asserted, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Sonny’s confusion was evident.

“How so?”

“To fulfill the bet, you have to wear a skirt and clean the restrooms.

No matter how long you try to postpone it, you’ll have to do it eventually.

Well, you aren’t injured.

How about you do it today?” Destinee proposed, her logic unwavering.

Sonny was left utterly dumbfounded, his mind racing to process Destinee’s unexpected proposal.

He shook his head vigorously, as if trying to dispel the bewildering notion that Destinee had just suggested.

“No rush.

I’ll do it together with Kyson, and we’ll take care of all the restrooms in the lab.

How great will that be?” he suggested, his tone strained with the effort of acceptance.

Kyson maintained his silence, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

It was evident he was relishing the situation.

With a thoughtful smile, Destinee chimed in, “It’s okay if you do it separately.

Uncle Sonny, you might as well set an example for Kyson!”

Sonny felt the urge to voice his disagreement, knowing deep down that it wasn’t fine at all.

Destinee’s words left Sonny momentarily speechless, his gaze shifting to Kyson as if seeking some form of support or understanding.

Seeking assistance, Sonny subtly urged Kyson to intervene and divert Destinee’s attention away from the uncomfortable topic.

However, to Sonny’s dismay, Kyson didn’t come to his aid.

Instead, Kyson nodded in agreement.

“I think it’s a good idea,” he said, his tone decisive.

“As the deputy director of the National Security Bureau, it’s fitting for you to set an example for me, a law-abiding citizen.

Plus, you’re not injured, so there’s no reason to delay.

If you don’t fulfill Nathan’s punishment because of me, I’ll feel rather guilty.

”

“Kyson, you’re absolutely right,” Destinee chimed in, nodding in agreement with Kyson’s rationale.