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

But the true reason behind her tears was that she hadn’t gotten a chance to see Kyson in a skirt yet.

Kyson felt utterly dejected.

After years of doting on her, he believed he deserved to be treated with more respect than this.

Destinee continued to sob uncontrollably.

Her sobs were so pitiful that they were punctuated by hiccups.

Sonny gently stroked her back, trying to comfort her.

“He’ll wear it sooner or later; just be patient.

See? He’s still recovering, and holding his cast like that is causing him pain.

”

While speaking, Sonny winked at Kyson.

Kyson immediately understood Sonny’s cue.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

He grasped his right arm, encased in a cast, with his left hand, gasping and frowning as if in pain.

Destinee obediently released his cast and retreated to the side, blinking back tears that still lingered in her eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked, her voice filled with concern.

Kyson offered a warm smile.

“It’s fine.

I can handle it,” he reassured her.

Sonny rolled his eyes at Kyson, feeling exasperated by how exaggerated Kyson’s performance was.

Staring at the cast on Kyson’s arm, Destinee said weakly, “I thought I could get to see both of you in skirts, but Kyson, you’re still so badly hurt.

How long will it take you to heal?”

“Maybe…” Kyson began, his voice trailing off as he contemplated his recovery time.

Lost in thought, Kyson cast a fleeting glance at Sonny from the corner of his eye.

Sonny stood just a short distance behind Destinee, waving and winking incessantly.

Sonny raised three fingers, signaling “three” to Kyson discreetly.

Kyson quickly grasped the meaning behind Sonny’s gesture.

“I have a fracture, and it may take quite a while to heal,” he explained.

“The doctor advised me to stay in bed for at least a hundred days, so I’m guessing about three months, give or take.

”

Sonny nodded approvingly, silently giving Kyson a thumbs-up as praise for his quick thinking.

Destinee furrowed her brow, contemplating for a moment.

“That long? Are you sure?” she questioned, her tone laced with concern.

“Daddy said you’ve been training in combat since you were a little boy.

You’re healthy and should be able to bounce back in just a few days.

”

Sonny and Kyson were rendered speechless, exchanging surprised glances as Destinee’s words sank in.

Destinee pouted and fell into a contemplative silence.

After a moment, she glanced back and forth between Kyson and Sonny, her gaze searching.

“Kyson, Uncle Sonny,” she began tentatively, “are you both lying to me because you don’t want to fulfill the bet?’

Once more, both Kyson and Sonny found themselves at a loss for words simultaneously, their silence echoing the weight of Destinee’s words.

Her perceptiveness left them in awe; Destinee’s keen insight seemed to penetrate their facade effortlessly.

“No,” Kyson finally replied, breaking the tense silence.

His voice held a note of determination as he spoke.

“When I’m healed, I’ll honor my bet.

I’m certainly not the type to go back on my word.

”

Sonny remained silent, his hands slipping into his pockets as he regarded Kyson with an inscrutable expression.