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

He was keen to avoid Lucinda noticing the scent of smoke clinging to him and reprimanding him once more.

As lunchtime approached, Nathan and Sonny returned to the small house.

They had slipped into fresh outfits.

Nathan chose a crisp white shirt under a dark gray overcoat, maintaining his authoritative demeanor.

Sonny opted for a camouflage jacket paired with military boots and trousers, his appearance robust and daring.

The two meandered down the rustic path, their striking looks as if lifted from the cover of a high-fashion magazine.

However, when they reached the house, Lucinda was nowhere to be found.

Only Hilda was there.

Upon questioning Hilda, they discovered that Lucinda had ventured into the fields to gather vegetables with Kyson.

At this news, a shadow crossed Nathan’s face, and he hurried outside.

As he approached the field, Nathan spotted two figures from afar, busily harvesting cabbages.

Although Lucinda and Kyson weren’t particularly close, their easy chatter and laughter painted a harmonious picture.

A wave of jealousy engulfed Nathan, his aura chilling with intensity, which Sonny picked up on almost immediately.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

With a diplomatic air, Sonny stepped ahead and called out to Kyson, who was deep in the vegetable rows, “Kyson, could you step out for a moment? I need a word.”

Kyson halted his picking, turned slowly, and eyed the duo at the field’s edge.

“Sure, I’ll be there as soon as I’m done here,” he replied.novelbin

Nathan’s expression grew even more severe, a storm brewing in his eyes.

Without hesitating, Sonny leaped into the field, grabbed Kyson by the arm, and insisted, “This can’t wait; you need to come now.

Forget the cabbages.

Besides, it’s not right to take what isn’t yours!”

His words carried an undertone, and with a firm grip, he pulled Kyson away.

Kyson’s brow creased in discomfort, the sudden tug awakening a sharp pain that sapped his strength, leaving him no choice but to obediently follow Sonny.

Lucinda was indifferent, diligently choosing the best cabbages from the field and placing them into her basket.

Nathan watched her for a while before stepping onto the soft soil in his military boots.

He walked up to her and squatted beside her, captivated by her focused actions.

The intensity of his glance was too much, and when Lucinda turned, their eyes locked briefly.

“You’ve changed your outfit; it looks good on you,” she commented, her voice warm and genuine.

A smile spread across Lucinda’s face, seemingly erasing any memory of her anger and the confrontation they had that morning.

Nathan wasn’t bothered by their earlier spat.

Being hit by his own wife had become somewhat of a norm.

As long as she still held him in regard, everything was fine by him.