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.

made

eyes grew colder,

a try?" Despite her physical pain, Tiffany walked to the dining table with a

didn't notice the change in the atmosphere, including the tension in the

my house? Who consented? And who let you make

receiving the letter from Franklin

didn't you? You gave me

you to come to my place. Stop doing silly things." He said in a harsh voice. For him, Tiffany was an irksome and

think he would be impressed by

I love you with all my heart.” Tiffany, who had been busy for the whole morning but got nothing in return except his cold rejection,

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are fully prepared.” The corner of Franklin's corner curved up ironically, "Your tears don't mean anything to me. Don't presume that I would be touched by

Tiffany was insanely furious.

through her. She stood by the dining

letter was not from Franklin, who was it

another woman show up in my

him for years, so

today greatly disappointed

screwed by so many people last night, and now she came to seek sympathy

herself as the mistress

That was ridiculous.

downstairs, she caught sight of Tiffany, who

at Franklin, who

food on the table, he did not touch

to

looked into Sylvia's eyes. Though without makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body were apparent

are you

come it

met Tiffany's

Tiffany's gaze could Kill, Sylvia did not

here as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't be here?"

Franklin was

had left the dining table. When she realized it, he had reached out his hands and clutched her

it for you,” she answered in

what you make." He

my good mood is spoiled.”

keep

leave unwillingly. Just as she was about to