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."

cook's cooking is no worse than mine," Sylvia pushed him and said sweetly, “I'm starving. Let me

he said with a

Sylvia replied with

had been working for Franklin for years and knew his preferences for food well, although Franklin always said he wasn't a picky eater and refused to admit that

and the cook had

always said the food was too salty, too sweet, too spicy, or

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

picky eater, for

he never

butler or the cook asked what he wanted to have, he always

was a grumpy man, at meals, he was

when the dishes were served, he would snap at them and even smash the dishes and say, "What are

he was really hard

Franklin eat, Rock had thought of a

problems. Sometimes he

years ago, Franklin got married to

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

it was just seafood fried

of trouble. After they got married, Franklin had become much less grumpy. He would even become really gentle when he was with Sylvia

now, they were going

really didn't

the divorce, what was Franklin going

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

all in

she wasn't

and looking at Sylvia's back, when Franklin thought that he might never

too

she had sensed him. Sylvia turned her head and smiled brightly at him, "It will be

and she looked even more attractive when she

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