After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

In the morning, sunshine poured through the windows.

The woman on the bed slowly opened her eyes, her fair face showing a healthy glow.

What came to her sight first was Franklin's handsome face. He had gotten up and was watching her from one side of the bed.

He looked possessive, even a bit aggressive as if he wanted to engrave her in his mind.

"Ready to get up?" he asked in a hoarse and deep voice.

"Yeah," Sylvia answered blandly.

“I'm going to fly the plane today, love." He looked at her with some kind of craving, "Come with me?"

He loved seeing her when he was on the plane.

"Don't push me, Franklin." Sylvia sat up and casually tucked a wisp of her loosened hair behind her ear. For Franklin, it was an attractive move.

The morning in the Townyer Villa seemed a bit weird.

Tiffany came early in the morning.

She directly walked into the kitchen and started making coffee and sandwiches.

It seemed she was making breakfast for Franklin. Rock watched her from behind, not daring to interrupt her.

She was not as friendly as Mrs. Maskelyne.

In the dining room, Franklin was browsing through newspapers. A simple breakfast was ready on the table, black coffee, and sandwiches. Rock glanced at it and sneered.

Miss Evans was so headstrong. She persisted in making breakfast for Master Franklin.

Though Master Franklin's breakfast seemed simple, what she didn't know was that only Mrs. Maskelyne could make it the way he liked, no matter whether it was the thickness of the ham, the omelets, or the toast.

Indeed, it was a sandwich on the delicate plate, but there was a small pile of corn kernels and shredded carrot, which by the way was sliced messily. It looked alright from a certain distance, but if it was looked at closer, it was...not good.

Rock could figure out by his toes that master was not going to eat it. Franklin laid down the newspaper and sipped the coffee, "Who made this?"

The water temperature was different, and therefore the smell was different. It tasted much worse.

It couldn't have been made by Sylvia.

she made was

his eyes grew colder, all

to have a try?" Despite her physical pain, Tiffany walked to the

notice the change in the atmosphere, including the

are you in my house? Who consented? And who let you make breakfast in my kitchen?"

receiving the letter from Franklin early in the morning, she hurried here especially to make him breakfast, and he

you sent me a letter, telling me to make you breakfast, didn't you? You gave me the address..." Faced with a volley of questions from him, she could barely

send you a letter, let alone ask you to come to my place. Stop doing silly things." He said in a harsh voice. For him,

would be

whole morning but got nothing in return

from her purse, showing it to Franklin, “You can read the letter yourself." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

corner curved up ironically, "Your

Tiffany was insanely furious.

stood by the dining table, holding the

the letter was not from Franklin, who was it from? To make Franklin

only my wife deserves to stay here. Don't let another woman show up in my

for years, so he would not give

what happened today greatly disappointed

came to seek sympathy by pretending that she was the miserable one. What was wrong with

herself as the mistress of

That was ridiculous.

going downstairs, she caught sight of Tiffany, who was crying

at Franklin, who was sitting

the table,

you breakfast, I'm going to leave.”

her head instantly and directly looked into Sylvia's eyes. Though without makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body

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eyes met

Sylvia did not

Tiffany's eyes were so strong. "You are here as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't

was

no idea when he had left the dining table. When she realized it,

made it for you,”

I want to eat what you make." He looked

good mood is spoiled.” She shook off his hands and headed

strode to keep

leave unwillingly. Just as she was about to follow