After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 123

When Sylvia reached out her hand, suddenly, Franklin hissed.

Blood oozed from a wound on his hand, dripping to the chopping board.

Subconsciously, Sylvia seized his hand and said to Jasper, "Mr. Howlett, please get the first-aid kit. Thanks."

Jasper was shocked. He trotted to look for the first-aid kit immediately. When he turned around, he saw Sylvia dragging Franklin out of the kitchen and walking toward him.

Jasper hurriedly opened the first-aid kid and found the bandaid.

Sylvia shook her head. “I need some iodine and gauze. His wound is too big."

Jasper found them for her.

Sylvia sterilized Franklin's hand.

Jasper looked over and saw an inch-long wound. It looked deep as well.

“Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so ruthless to yourself? It's your own hand, isn't it?"

“Think your fingers are beef?" Sylvia snapped while bandaging his wound. "Avoid water."

Then she stood up sternly and glared at Franklin.

No matter how elegant he looked when cutting, he was good for nothing in the kitchen.

Franklin only sat on the sofa in silence. Gazing at her, he dared not blink like she would run away if he did so.

Sylvia disliked this kind of feeling. She felt like prey targeted by a hunter and had nowhere to run.

entered the kitchen. Then she closed the

turned around, she missed the smile blossoming

and didn't utter

you're severely injured. How can you be

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do it on purpose? I'm impressed by your trick to win

third wheel, so he made an excuse and

four dishes and a soup, including the beef, prawn, and rib dishes ordered by

would ask Franklin to help serve the dishes and lay the table. However, thinking of his wounded hand, she poked out

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

an

off the

right after finishing cooking.

him to serve the table.” Sylvia put down two dishes. "But he's gone. It's

stood up and walked into the dining room, darting at her and thinking, "Why

if it meant she felt sorry for him. It

with soup and served the rest

piece of beef

delighted him from

antidote. Sylvia's dishes were

four dishes and a soup. Even if Sylvia had prepared him a piece of toast,

indeed sick. And only Sylvia could

had two tacos, finished all dishes, and drank

stomach brought

watched Sylvia clean the table. Suddenly, he asked,

begged her to cook

a rage, but Sylvia

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