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

Three parts sugar, seven parts hot? How was she to measure that? Previously, whenever she had prepared coffee for him, Kyson would criticize it as too hot or too cold.

Now, he specified an exact temperature.

Dulcie felt the onset of a headache.

Adding to the challenge, he only drank coffee made from freshly ground beans.

The task of grinding them always strained her hands.

If he was dissatisfied, she had to start again.

Clatter! Clatter! Clatter… The grinders noise filled the break room. Dulcie concentrated on perfecting the coffee and milk ratio, adding just the right amount of sugar, and checking the temperature by hand.

Seven parts hot should be just warm enough, she thought.

With a mixture of hope and anxiety, Dulcie carried the coffee to his office, offering it respectfully.

Mr.

Shaw, here is your coffee.

Kyson was fully immersed in his work, his fingers flying across the keyboard without pause.

Dulcie watched him intently for a moment.

They often say a man looks his best when deeply focused on his work, and seeing Kyson like this, Dulcie believed it.

Startled, Dulcie nearly let the tray slip from her grasp.

She stammered, If… theres nothing else you need, Ill leave now.

Noticing her nervousness, Kyson picked up the coffee and took a sip, his expression turning to a frown.

Dulcies heart skipped a beat.

Had she messed up the sugar and milk balance again? Was the temperature not right? Too cold, perhaps? She waited for his feedback, anxiety mounting with each silent second.

The sugar is overpowering, and the coffee has gone cold.

Its lost its essence. Please make it again.

Dulcie sighed internally.

She had anticipated his dissatisfaction.noveldrama

With a slight bite of her lip, she took the coffee back, determined to adjust the sweetness and ensure it was warmer this time.

As she brewed a new batch, the rich aroma of fresh coffee filled the space.

It was inviting.

Surely, this time there would be no room for complaints.