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

his eyes grew colder, all

made some cookies. Would you like to have a try?" Despite her physical pain, Tiffany walked to the dining table with a tray in

change in the atmosphere, including the tension in

my house? Who consented? And who let you make breakfast in my kitchen?" There was a strong discontent in

Tiffany's face freeze. Was he unhappy? After receiving the letter from Franklin early in the morning, she hurried here especially to

sent me a letter, telling me to make you breakfast, didn't you? You gave me the address..." Faced

send you a letter, let alone ask you to come

she think he would be impressed

with all my heart.” Tiffany, who had been busy for the whole morning but got nothing in return except his cold rejection, could not help feeling grieved and cried. Large drops

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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.

by the dining table,

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

wife deserves to stay here. Don't let another woman show up in my house and don't let unauthorized people

him for years, so he would not give

happened today

many people last night, and now she came to seek sympathy by pretending that she was the miserable

herself as the

That was ridiculous.

she caught sight of Tiffany, who was crying

and peeked at Franklin, who was sitting

food on the table, he did

you breakfast, I'm going to leave.” There

and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body were apparent even though

you

come it

met

Sylvia did not doubt

are here as well. Is there any particular reason that

Franklin was even

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

made it for you,” she answered in

make."

good mood is spoiled.”

strode to keep

leave unwillingly. Just as she was about to