Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2302

He whispered softly, “Colby, which one do you want? I’ll cut it for you.

”

Colby remained silent, and Destinee said, “Kyson, I’ve talked to him for a long time.

He said he’s ready to forgive you.

”

A flicker of hope appeared in Kyson’s eyes.

“Really, Colby? You can forgive me?”

“Yes.

” Colby tilted his chin up slightly, his demeanor calm, aloof, and seemingly more mature than his years.

“But I have three conditions.

You must meet them before I can forgive you.

”

Relieved, Kyson quickly agreed, “Okay.

Whatever you need.

I might not be able to pluck stars from the sky for you, but I promise to do everything within my power to make you happy.

”

“Alright.

First, peel the durian.

”

Kyson nodded and reached for the fruit knife.

“Sure, that’s easy.

”

But Colby interjected, “I mean, peel it with your hands.

No tools allowed.

”

Peeling a durian with bare hands?

The idea left Kyson shocked.

The fruit’s shell bristled with sharp thorns, making it nearly impossible to handle without protection.

Destinee’s smile vanished as she realized the prank might have gone too far.

She hadn’t anticipated Colby’s harshness.

Pulling at Colby’s sleeve, she cautioned, “Colby, peeling a durian isn’t easy, you know? If Kyson tries it without tools, he could get seriously hurt.

Don’t you think?”

Colby’s impatience surfaced quickly, his expression darkening.

“If you can’t do it, then leave.

I don’t want to see you again.

”

“I will do it,” Kyson asserted confidently, committing despite the risks.

His warm smile didn’t seem to soften Colby, who snorted and looked toward the window, urging, “Then peel.

”

Kyson examined the durian, pondering his approach, while stealing glances at Colby, who remained detached and cold.

Shaking his head, Kyson mused on how Colby mirrored his father, even in cruelty at such a young age.

Destinee, both sweet and appealing, contrasted sharply with Colby’s deceptive cuteness.

Indeed, Colby was truly Nathan’s son.

With a resigned sigh, Kyson started on the durian, struggling to find a safe point of entry through the thorny armor.

Destinee watched anxiously, her eyes darting between Kyson and the durian.

“It’s tough, right? Forget it.

I don’t want the durian anymore.

We’ll think of something else so Colby can forgive you.

”

From the bed, Colby’s voice cut through.

“Destinee, whispering doesn’t mean I can’t hear you.

He agreed to fulfill my three conditions.

If he can’t keep his promise, you should reconsider his role in your life.

He doesn’t deserve to be your godfather.

”