After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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.

the hotel staff prepared those raw materials because he knew that what Franklin could cook

julienned it together with tomatoes and some

living room of the suite Franklin's phone was ringing nonstop like it was

to wash her hands and walk over. The

just wouldn't

on his door again with his phone in her hand. And a male voice came from inside,

had finished

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

were lined up on

wet. Pick it up for me, will you?" Franklin grabbed that towel, his hair wet and

turned around and

side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded; she then asked

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

asked again

nothing important

Sylvia threw his phone at him, "Your girl was not happy about me picking it up

who kept asking

something, "I was going to make two sets of dinner. But now, I've decided to make just one.” Franklin's

then walked towards the

picked up the phone with impatience,

heard his

your business. What are you calling me for?" Franklin said

was astonished at the thought of why would they, a man and a woman, be together in

more furious. Was Franklin still married and his wife went to Igethi,

all, what he owned was not only that stunning face but also his wealth.

been wanting to meet Mrs. Maskelyne she

news that your flight ran into

Franklin replied with a better attitude, “I

I haven't finished." Tiffany hurriedly said hearing

already starving. He didn't have time to chitchat with

Master Keturah. My piano competition is coming. Grandpa would give up on me if I don't win this time," Tiffany said in her

she would literally cry

know. I'll deal with it

he hung up and went straight to the

her phone, gnashing her

change so much? He just said to her not long ago that she was the girl he had been looking for and he

just

What happened to him?

girl in the world when

the world could

must be that woman

angry that she

In the kitchen.

She even looked amazing when she