Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2582

As she stood to leave, Nathan caught her wrist.

She turned to replace him looking up earnestly.

“I’ll have someone fetch it.

Will you believe me then, if I show you our marriage certificate?”

Lucinda paused, shaking off Nathan’s hand.

“It’s too late.

Let’s leave it till tomorrow,” she said firmly, swiftly crossing the threshold and entering the room to assist Hilda with the bedding.

Nathan remained half-squatting, his gaze fixed on Lucinda’s retreating figure, a thoughtful expression clouding his face.

A nagging sense of avoidance seemed to emanate from her.

Despite her apparent unfamiliarity with him, there was an undertone of emotion in her words that puzzled him.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

If she did remember him, then her act of not knowing him suggested she no longer wanted any connection with him.

This thought plunged Nathan into deep sadness; the weight of numerous possibilities overwhelmed him, making it difficult to breathe.

From the kitchen, the clatter of cooking broke his reverie.

Sonny emerged, noticing Nathan still lost in thought.

Quickly, Sonny approached and helped him to his feet.

“Nathan, watch your legs.

It’s chilly out here, and you need to conserve your energy to bring your wife home.

Take care of yourself,”

Sonny advised, guiding him toward the warmth of the house.

“Come on, let’s go inside.

Dinner’s ready.”

After assisting Nathan inside, he stepped out to a spot where his phone could catch a signal and dialed a number.

“Yes, Mr.

Payne and I are staying here tonight.

The rest of you should head back.

It’s freezing on the mountain peak, so don’t Linger.”

“Yes, get all the helicopters back to the Bureau.

If we need one for a pickup tomorrow, I’ll call ahead.”

“Everyone, just leave.

If it’s training you’re after, I’ll run a solid session back at the office tomorrow!”

Irritation was creeping into Sonny’s tone.

He ended the call, his striking face etched with annoyance.

The wilderness night was bitterly cold, the wind sneaking through Sonny’s clothes, making him shiver.

He buried his hands in his pockets and hunched his shoulders as he hurried back inside.

Dinner was served.

The dim light accentuated a bruise at the corner of Kyson’s mouth.

Hilda, concerned, inquired, “How did you get hurt while cooking? Was there a fight?”

All eyes immediately turned to Sonny.

Chuckling awkwardly and rubbing his head, Sonny replied, “No, no, there’s no issue here.”

Kyson said, his voice steady, “The kitchen floor was a bit slippery.

I just took a little fall.”