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."

pushed him and

kitchen in an apron, he said with a smile, “Mrs. Maskelyne, the ingredients are in the

it," Sylvia replied with a

for food well, although Franklin always said he wasn't a picky eater and refused to admit that he was in nature a

the cook had been

too salty, too sweet,

and thought Japanese food was too

a picky

he never admitted

cook asked what he wanted to have, he

man, at meals, he was

them and even smash the dishes and say, "What are these? You want me to

really hard

Rock had thought of a lot

of his picky eating, Franklin had been having stomach problems. Sometimes

ago, Franklin

was really good at cooking. Her cooking was even better than

matter what she cooked, even if it was just seafood fried rice, a pasta, Franklin would enjoy it and eat it

had become much less grumpy. He would even become really gentle when he

now, they were going

really didn't want

the divorce, what was Franklin

an egg, then, she put the muffin into the bread

all in an

as if she wasn't cooking but making

thought

had gotten too

head and smiled brightly

and she looked even more attractive when

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