After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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.

around and entered the kitchen. Then she

missed the smile

them and didn't utter

you be in such a good mood? Are

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early

purpose? I'm impressed by your trick to win Miss Andrews"

so he

cooked four dishes and

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

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

an urgency and

is ready." Sylvia took off the apron

right after

to serve the table.” Sylvia put down two

dining room, darting at her and thinking, "Why didn't she ask me to serve the

wondered if it meant she felt sorry for him.

and served the rest dishes before sitting

piece of beef and enjoyed the

him from the inside out. Finally, his empty

after taking the antidote. Sylvia's dishes were his antidote saving

Even if Sylvia had prepared him a piece of

indeed sick. And only Sylvia could help

starved. He had two tacos, finished all dishes, and drank a bowl

brought

at the table leisurely, Franklin watched Sylvia clean the table. Suddenly, he asked, "Have you ever cooked for

and his men begged her to cook for them, or

sent Franklin into a rage, but