Surely, he had tactics of his own such as tricking her.

“You are one to ask? How about you tricking me?" Franklin sat next to her and guessed that she had figured out why she couldn't book a hotel room downstairs.

He stared at her with confusion. "What's the relationship between you and the Dark? When did you become Amber?"

"What are you doing at underground boxing?" Sylvia didn't answer but asked.

"Don't skip my question. Couldn't I be there to watch?" Franklin crossed his legs elegantly while holding the glass with his fingers and shaking the wine slightly, "Sylvia, what exactly are you? Is there anything about you I don't know yet?"

"Franklin, we are divorced. Please stop asking about me. You have no right to make me say it." Sylvia drank it all, put the glass down, and then stood up.

“I should go to my room."

Sylvia slammed the door of her bedroom.

There was not a single expression on Franklin's face except a frown. Two minutes later, the sound of running water came from her room. She was taking a shower.

And the sound vanished about a dozen minutes later.

But Franklin was getting thirstier and hornier than before.

His feelings for her were deeper than he thought.

He took a deep breath, threw his phone on the couch, and decided to take a shower to calm himself down.

Sylvia then came out after the shower. She rubbed the towel through her hair and was about to check the kitchen as she felt a bit hungry right now.

All of a sudden, the phone on the couch rang.

She walked over and found out it was Franklin's phone.

The caller ID was Miss Evans.

Sylvia then picked up the phone and knocked on his door. But there was no answer.

She turned her ear toward the door. He must be showering as the water was running in there.

So she again threw his phone on the couch and moved on to the kitchen.

There were some eggs, tomatoes, and meat in the fridge, looking fresh. The hotel must just put them in there based on his flight.

He was a picky man and he would cook for himself instead of eating food here in Igethi.

But what he cooked was awful. Who knew how he ate them?

It was hilarious to think of a big tall man who was picky about what he ate.

prepared those raw materials because he knew that what Franklin could cook was

it

the living room of the suite Franklin's phone was

to wash her hands and walk over. The caller ID

woman just

her hand. And a

had finished

half-naked man was rubbing his hair with a towel

abs were lined up on his stomach, sexy as

for me, will

turned around and pressed the

other side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded; she then

of the shower. What do you wanna say to him?"

you?" Miss Evans asked again unpleasantly, "Why are

nothing important you wanna say to Mr.

girl was not happy

Evans who kept asking

something, "I was going to make two sets of dinner. But now, I've decided to

and then walked

up the

she heard his voice, "Franklin, who's

none of your business. What are you calling me

astonished at the thought of why would they, a man

was getting more furious. Was Franklin still married and his wife went to Igethi, too? Or did he cheat on

stunning face but also his

been wanting to meet Mrs. Maskelyne she had been hearing about but Franklin

news that your flight ran into turbulence yesterday.

a better

Don't hang up. I haven't finished." Tiffany hurriedly

Franklin was already starving. He didn't have time to chitchat with Tiffany here

you promised you'll get me the number of Master Keturah. My piano competition is coming. Grandpa would give up on me

if she would literally cry if he didn't

know. I'll deal with it when

up and went straight to

stared at her phone, gnashing her

not long ago that she was the girl he had been looking for and he would be there for

had just

What happened to him?

luckiest girl in

in the world could resist the charm

must be that woman

she just wanted

In the kitchen.

experienced manner. She even looked amazing when she cooked

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