Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2307

This room… It was so smelly!

To someone with an aversion to any foul odor and who had never eaten durian, it proved more offensive than even the foulest of smells, surpassing the unpleasantness of excrement.

Her expression shifted the moment she stepped into the room, a visceral reaction to the overpowering scent.

Though she had been attempting to endure it, she hadn’t anticipated that Colby would interpret her discomfort as anger.

Now, Lucinda realized she could no longer endure it.

With Colby having consumed the durian and now nestled in her arms, Lucinda felt as though she were being assaulted by the fruit’s odor at close range.

Colby was her precious baby.

But now… he stank.

.

“Mommy?” Colby’s innocent curiosity prompted him to draw nearer.

The offensive odor invaded Lucinda’s nostrils, nearly overwhelming her.

“You… You finish the durian quickly.

I need to step outside for some fresh air.

I’ll spray air freshener when I return.

The smell of durian is truly… unbearable.

”

As Lucinda spoke, she decisively placed Colby back on the bed and swiftly exited the ward.

Observing his mother’s swift departure, Colby’s expression soured, and he murmured, “Mommy seemed… disgusted with me.

”

At half past seven in the evening, Dulcie completed her shift as a waitress.

Shortly after, she tendered her resignation to the manager.

Even though her stint at the restaurant lasted only a few days, Dulcie still received compensation based on the days she had reported for work.

Grateful for the opportunity, Dulcie expressed her thanks with repeated bows.

Having shed her waitress attire, Dulcie exited the restaurant, massaging her aching shoulder.

During the afternoon, she had engaged in a conversation with a friendly coworker, discovering that individuals from affluent backgrounds often exchanged gifts on their first dates.

Phillis didn’t lie to her.

Thus, immediately after finishing work, Dulcie headed to the nearby shopping mall.

What gift should she choose for Kyson, considering his status?

A watch? Perhaps a wallet? Or maybe perfume?

Dulcie wandered through the bustling mall, her eyes flitting from one store to the next in search of the perfect timepiece.

Rows of watches gleamed under the fluorescent lights, their prices ranging from the modest hundreds to the extravagant thousands of dollars.

Some even boasted price tags that reached into the tens of thousands, or even soared into the realm of millions.

Pulling out her phone, Dulcie swiftly tapped into the search engine and typed in “Kyson Shaw”.