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.

entered the kitchen. Then

turned around, she missed the smile

and didn't utter

injured. How can you be in such a good mood? Are you

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels

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

felt he was the third wheel, so he made an excuse and left

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

lay the table. However, thinking of his wounded hand, she poked out her head to call Jasper. However, only Franklin was sitting on the sofa, peering out of the

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

had an urgency

off the

Jasper right after finishing cooking. "Why did

to serve the table.” Sylvia put down

at her

wondered if it meant she felt sorry for him. It was not bad

and served the rest dishes before

piece of beef

satisfied his hungry stomach and delighted him from the inside out. Finally, his empty stomach stopped

addict getting relieved after taking the antidote. Sylvia's dishes were his antidote saving him from starvation and making

Even if Sylvia had prepared him a piece of toast, he would think it

sick. And only Sylvia could help

had two tacos, finished all dishes, and drank a

brought

watched Sylvia clean the table.

begged her to cook for them, or she was delighted because of receiving many gifts. Then she

a rage, but Sylvia overlooked