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.

materials because he knew that what Franklin could cook was all simple

and julienned it together

suite Franklin's phone was ringing nonstop like it

and walk over. The caller ID was still Miss

just wouldn't

phone in her hand. And a male voice came from inside,

had finished

and pushed the door open. A half-naked man was rubbing his hair with a towel with

lined up on his

face was burning hot, “Your phone kept ringing. It's annoying." "My hands are wet. Pick it up for me, will you?" Franklin grabbed that towel, his hair wet and tangled, which added to his handsomeness in a

soon turned around and

side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded; she then asked in a

What do you wanna say

again unpleasantly, "Why are you with

I guess there's nothing important you wanna

his phone at him, "Your girl was not happy

Evans who kept

dinner. But now, I've decided to make just

then walked towards

picked up the

she heard his voice, "Franklin, who's that woman? She's so

are you

of why would they, a man

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

not only that stunning face but also his wealth. Words had it that

had been wanting to meet Mrs. Maskelyne she

aggrieved voice, "I saw the news that your flight

Franklin replied with a

up. I haven't finished." Tiffany

with Tiffany here and just wanted to

coming. Grandpa would give up on me if

if she would literally cry if he didn't help

deal with it when I get

hung up and

stared at her phone, gnashing her

her not long ago that she was the girl he had been looking for and he

had just been

What happened to him?

the luckiest girl in the world when Franklin found

woman in the world could resist the charm

must be that

that she just wanted to smash the

In the kitchen.

cooked in an experienced manner. She even looked

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