After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 141

Sylvia had nothing to say.

It was none of her business.

She got off the car and stood there.

Now, what she was supposed to do was to go home, take a shower and have a nice sleep.

It was so exhausting to be the general director. She was tired. Franklin, appearing to be miserable, clutched his stomach. He slowly approached Sylvia. It was so close that his face almost touched hers. Sylvia took a step back, "If your stomach aches, take some pills.”

A sense of outrage oozed from Franklin. There was something intimidating in his dark eyes.

He had faked a pitiful look. Why didn't she show any sympathy toward him?

He could not help feeling frustrated.

Jasper was wordless. “Mr. Maskelyne, you don't look pitiful at all. You are scary.

After a while, Sylvia looked back at him calmly, “Don't be so childish, Franklin." Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Her cold voice was devoid of sympathy, which fanned the flames of anger inside Franklin.

“What a merciless woman.

“You think I can't live without you? Sylvia, for the sake of the old feelings, can't you make some pasta for me? I don't ask for much, just a plate of pasta.”

Franklin raised his hands. His long, slender fingers caressed her face boldly, "Or do I have to resort to other measures to make you stay?" Sylvia wanted to avoid his touch, but it was too late.

His large and firm hand had gripped her wrist and dragged her towards the house...

Sylvia frowned. “What's he angry with?"

Franklin kicked the door open.

The atmosphere in the living room almost froze, making everyone in this room stressed.

It was like a huge cage made of ice.

And Sylvia was in the middle of it.

She watched the man, whose eyes were as sharp as blades dipped in extreme coldness. A mere glance would carve her skin open and leave her flesh bare in the piercing coldness.

Rock, who was watering the flowers, came to the living room as he heard some noise.

people confronting each other, he immediately put down his kettle and welcomed, "Mrs. Maskelyne,

incapable of

a familiar

front of

the urge

has always been nice to you. He didn't have dinner either. Make

unaware of the tension between them, felt the atmosphere was a bit

it was stiff, and looked

Franklin. Of course, he was to take Franklin's side. It was apparent

not. I miss your cooking so

other choice but to head

had been nice to

were nice to her, she repaid their kindness, and when others were mean to her, she would treat

Rock. Franklin leaned on the couch leisurely. There were women out there more docile and lovely than Sylvia, but he was attracted by her alone, like a

of his black shirt inside were open, revealing his throat and collarbone and

perfectly see what Sylvia was

rested boldly on her, trying to catch even the slightest change on her

that Sylvia felt a bit uncomfortable. She had

got stiffened with his attention hovering around her. Suddenly, he

He stared at her.

lips curled into a

up his sleeves and showed his arms, which were firm

washing the vegetables, the

her beautiful face. She

made two

and stared

His deep voice resounded through the kitchen. Sylvia looked up

think it's too much? It's getting

was so bland

Sylvia made another egg.

pasta was almost done, she

pasta were ready, one of which contained two

two eggs, he could not help cracking a smile. Mrs. Maskelyne was so partial,

with Master Franklin? He thought

including the soup, Sylvia deeply believed that

go," said

to sleep." Sylvia struggled to get out. She raised another hand high, mustered all her strength, and waved it

with irresistible force, “You will hurt both of us

his mouth curved up slightly, "Are you really going to test my ability, sweetheart? I'm afraid

trace of warning

stared back at

her,

restless heart, pulled her into his

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