After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 39

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

it together

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

choice but to wash her hands and walk over. The caller ID was

woman just

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

had finished showering

man was rubbing his hair with a towel

lined up on his stomach,

ringing. It's annoying." "My hands are wet. Pick it up for me, will you?" Franklin grabbed that towel, his hair wet and

and pressed the button,

other side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded; she then asked in a soft voice,

the shower. What do you wanna say to

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

about this? I guess there's nothing important you

girl was not happy about me picking it up for

kept

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

then walked

up the

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

none of your business. What are you

man and a woman, be together in the dead

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

what he owned was not only that stunning face but also his

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

a more aggrieved voice, "I saw the news

with a better

up. I haven't finished." Tiffany hurriedly said hearing he

already starving. He didn't have time to chitchat with Tiffany here and just wanted to

is coming. Grandpa would give up on me if

as if she would literally cry

deal with it when

hung up and went

stared at her

change so much? He just said to her not

just been

What happened to him?

felt she was the luckiest girl in the world when

could resist the

that woman who

so angry that she just wanted to smash the

In the kitchen.

in an experienced manner. She even looked

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