Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 1965

Violeta’s smile widened.

“Indeed.

I’ve heard that grey tones are quite fashionable these days.

I believe you’d look splendid with a touch of it.

”

Nala hardly needed a moment to consider.

“I’ll accompany you for your appointment, but I won’t be dyeing my hair.

I prefer its natural color.

”

Violeta gently ran her fingers through her long, black-brown, curly hair before remarking, “Your hair is of excellent quality, but I can’t help but feel it would be even more stunning with a touch of color.

Life is about exploring new things.

If we go together, it would be rather dull for you to watch me get my hair done.

”

Nala shook her head resolutely.

She was unwavering on this matter.

“I must respectfully decline.

If you wish to go, I’ll gladly accompany you.

”

Violeta’s disappointment was palpable.

“Very well.

If you’re not interested, it wouldn’t be enjoyable at all.

I’ll postpone my plans for now.

I’ll check on Graham in our room.

Miss Diaz, should you require anything, don’t hesitate to seek me out.

”

“Of course.

”

With polite farewells exchanged, the two parted ways, each heading in opposite directions.

Nala entered the room and secured the door behind her.

Meanwhile, Violeta headed back to the master bedroom, her disappointment evident.

Graham lay peacefully in the expansive embrace of the master bedroom’s bed, his weary form finally finding respite after days of diligent study and transcription of the scriptures.

His illness had granted him a rare reprieve, allowing him to rest and recuperate.

Perched delicately on the bed’s edge, Vi

oleta observed Graham’s sleeping visage.

In Nala’s room, Violeta’s search for stray hairs proved fruitless, meeting with Nala’s reluctance to do her hair, a clear indication of her guarded nature and lack of trust.

Violeta harbored a gnawing fear that fulfilling Lucinda’s assignment would be a great challenge.

With a sigh, she reached for her phone, composing a message to Lucinda, confessing her concerns and uncertainties.

Minutes later, a message illuminated Violeta’s screen.

The sender of the message was none other than Lucinda herself.

She reassured, “Let’s wait and see.

”

Emboldened by Lucinda’s words, Violeta trusted that there would surely be a way forward.

For dinner, Violeta lovingly fed egg custard to Graham before carrying a bowl downstairs to join the dining room.

Upon Violeta’s arrival, Nala was already seated, exuding an air of graceful anticipation.

She awaited Violeta’s company eagerly for their evening meal.

Passing the bowl to a servant, Violeta settled into her seat opposite Nala with a warm smile.

As they dined, Nala savored each bite with graceful finesse before remarking casually, “The cuisine of Cadiered is truly delicious.

I frequented this place during my college years, and your family’s chefs undoubtedly cook the finest dishes.

”

Violeta’s smile remained polite as she replied, “If you like it, help yourself to more.

”

Nala nodded, then ventured further, “Have you had the opportunity to taste the delights of Zephyria, Mrs.

Simmons?