After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

After freshening up, Sylvia checked the time and found that it was already 11 o'clock at noon.

There was a bunch of food freshly added to the fridge.

"l want Tournedos Rossini, Cold Grilled Chicken..." Franklin walked over in a robe, with the collar wide open, and with a looming sight of his pectoral muscles which captured the imagination.

"What? This is a restaurant or something?" Her hands that were getting the apron done paused and felt that she was like his maid.

"I need to keep up the strength of my body, you know, from last night. And also I have a flight at four this afternoon.” Franklin looked down at her with his eyebrows relaxing and said earnestly.

Her face was burning. After all, she was just a 22-year-old girl. It seemed like those in the fridge were all prepared as Franklin asked. She required without a nice attitude, "You, take care of the main dish." It was not new for Franklin because he used to help her in the kitchen when he had time back at home when they were still married.

Sylvia took a look at him and shoved the potatoes in his hand, "Here." The side of his face was still gorgeous when he was peeling the potato. A few glances at him would make one fascinated.

Even his peeling a potato was like making a sculpture.

God really loved him.

Sylvia glanced at him and then moved on to other ingredients.

One hour later.

The dishes Franklin ordered before were all on the dining table. He took the liberty to bring out the main dish, knives, and forks before Sylvia asked.

They then sat down.

Franklin smiled as he really enjoyed such a moment of peace.

But he could only get this feeling when he was with her, and not anyone else.

He decently put a slice of mutton into his mouth and chewed contentedly, "Yum!"

Sylvia stopped him when he was about to eat a third plate of mutton. "As a doctor, I should warn you that binge eating would hurt your stomach.”

"Are you worried about me?" Franklin stared at her and his gaze fell on somewhere else of her body.

He was full obviously but he couldn't stop eating.

Weren't bosses all strict about how much they ate? Like a small plate of steak?

Why couldn't this boss in front of her stop eating? He almost ate them all on the table.

He deserved that stomach ache!

Sylvia never saw him like this when they were still married.

“I'm a doctor. It's my job." Sylvia looked down and moved on to her dish.

himself hadn't gotten used to the divorce, so no matter how aloofly Sylvia acted,

got much better

scenes rose before his eyes

which popped up her smooth skin. And every man would kill to

Just like right now

at her breast and he just wanted to

staring and looked up right at his aggressive and sexual eyes glaring at

look after a four-year marring with him, so she

knife

dropped her on the couch

struggle. What happened last night was an accident

a clean break with him. How could

It got sexier.

face

was activated

she couldn't resist it when that

were someone else,

the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest

impossible to fight against the virus

so great. Franklin held her waist tightly and

time left for a couple of sex

intense lovemaking was back

to the bathroom, helped her clean up, and then put her on the

he held her closer to him with his hand

was too intense so

a slight smell coming from her who had just showered. And she slept heavily with

the hair away from her dainty face, staring at her lovingly with one hand

knitted eyebrows started to spread somehow. Everything around them was just right at the sight of her sweet face. One day he would figure out

her face back and forth with his finger,

hand back. Then he lay down by her, holding her much

two hours later

as it was the second embarrassing moment within

subtle tenderness

was extremely embarrassing.

her again in an

with his breaths pervading across

kiss. But Sylvia looked like she just had had sex

finally admitted that her body wanted

able to resist but she would respond with obedience when

went rogue she would even ask him to do her

Damn it!

was raining

frowned a little, “Would the rain

cold hands, trying to warm them up, "I'll find out later

"Okay." Sylvia nodded.