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

However, contemplating the potential reprimand from his boss quickly dampened his spirits.

Dejected, he sat on the steps of the restroom stall, his legs awkwardly splayed under the hem of the skirt, completely abandoning any pretense of femininity.

Humiliated by his attire, he wallowed in his misery briefly before reopening his phone and navigating to Lucinda’s Twitter page to visit that infamous post.

Published just two hours earlier, it had already amassed over 100, 000 Likes and 10, 000 comments.

Sonny braced himself as he entered the comments section, expecting mockery but found his spirits lifting surprisingly when he read the comments.

The comments section was brimming with compliments.

“The young man on the left is so handsome.

His face is simply charming.

He looks fantastic even without makeup.

I bet he’s stunning in men’s clothes!”

Sonny couldn’t help but snort with pride.

He might not be as dashing as Kyson or Nathan, but he was certainly ahead of any other guy there.

“Wow, check him out! His dress doesn’t quite suit him, though.

Just look at his waist.

It’s so strong and sexy.

I’m totally into him!”

Sonny felt a surge of satisfaction.

Sure, he was fit.

There was more to him than just appearances.

“He looks so innocent, like I could just ride over him.

”

What?! Sonny was taken aback.

He grumbled to himself, “Ride over me? Not a chance! Open your eyes, people! I’m far from easy!”

The comments continued, some fantasizing about his physique.

However, most comments were about Kyson.

Kyson truly looked stunning in women’s clothing, even without makeup.

Sonny had to admit, when it came to cross-dressing, Kyson surpassed him, and he wasn’t too keen on competing.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

Brushing off the comments, Sonny went back to cleaning the laboratory’s restrooms.

The sting of the situation lingered, pushing him to keep busy with his tasks.

In the afternoon, Sonny was scrubbing the second-floor restroom when the echo of footsteps in the corridor reached his ears.

He continued his cleaning, seemingly unaffected by the noise.

The footsteps advanced directly toward the restroom door, and then abruptly stopped-a curious silence followed.

Sonny turned to investigate the source.

Nathan stood there, leaning against the doorframe in a military uniform, his arms crossed and his gaze leisurely fixed on Sonny.

“The camera has beauty filters, making your skin look smooth,” Nathan remarked casually.

“The Internet’s been buzzing about you and Kyson dressing up.

People showered you with praise.

But now that I’ve seen you in person, you aren’t that impressive at all.

”

Sonny’s voice carried a hint of hurt.

“Did you just come here to mock me about the women’s clothes?”