After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 4

Sylvia did a little stretch and her stomach growled.

When she was about to get out of bed to wash up, she heard the door of the bathroom being opened.

Then, Franklin walked out with a white bath towel around his waist; she could see his sexy abs.

He had a perfect figure of a man.

“You aren't going to work?" Sylvia blinked her eyes and asked.

“I have a flight tonight,” Franklin said while drying his hair with a towel and said, "You can take your time to look for a house. Just stay here before you find one. There's no rush.”

Sylvia regretted telling the lie last night.

Now, she couldn't take back her words anymore.

She could only smile and nod. "Thank you, sweetie, you are the best." Franklin handed her the towel and sat down in front of her. She took the towel and began to help him dry his hair gently.

When the water on his hair was almost dried, she threw the towel away and took the dryer to dry his hair.

Sylvia thought to herself. They really looked like a moving couple. They had sex all night last night, and then the whole morning. And now she was drying his hair for him.

They didn't look like they were divorcing at all. They looked more in love than real couples.

“It's done,” Sylvia put the dryer away and asked, "Do you want a sandwich?"

Franklin lay on his side, rested his chin on his hand, and stared at her, "Can I have a hamburger as well?"

"Of course." Sylvia smiled, nodded, and bent over to kiss him on the lips. "You will love the breakfast today."

All of a sudden, Franklin pulled her into his arms. "I feel sad I can't have your cooking soon, Mrs. Maskelyne."

Sylvia pushed him and said sweetly, “I'm starving. Let me

the kitchen in an apron, he said

it," Sylvia replied with

and knew his preferences for food well, although Franklin always said he wasn't

and the cook had

the food was too salty,

like French food and thought Japanese food was too light. He didn't

picky eater, for

never admitted

or the cook asked what he wanted to

at meals, he was

eat anything, but when the dishes were served, he would snap at them

was really

Franklin eat, Rock had thought of a

Franklin had been having stomach problems. Sometimes he would have

Franklin

good at cooking. Her cooking was even better than that of a Michelin

it was just seafood fried rice, a pasta, Franklin would enjoy it

much less grumpy. He

were going to

really didn't want

divorce, what was Franklin going to

meat pie and an egg, then, she put the muffin into

did these all

as if she wasn't cooking

the kitchen and looking at Sylvia's back, when Franklin thought that he might never see Sylvia cooking

gotten too

Sylvia turned her head and smiled

a beautiful woman, and she

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