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

his eyes grew colder, all the servants

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

the change in the atmosphere, including the tension in the

you make breakfast in my kitchen?" There was a strong

freeze. Was he unhappy? After receiving the letter from Franklin early in the morning, she hurried here especially to make him breakfast, and he

telling me to make you breakfast, didn't you? You gave me

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

he would be impressed by

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.

out a letter from her purse, showing it to Franklin, “You can read the letter yourself." S~ᴇaʀᴄh the

up ironically, "Your tears don't mean anything to me. Don't presume that

Tiffany was insanely furious.

stood by the dining table,

was it from? To

show up in my house and

working for him for years, so he

happened today greatly

to seek

herself as the mistress of this

That was ridiculous.

was going downstairs, she caught sight

lifted an eyebrow and peeked at Franklin,

on the table, he did not

breakfast, I'm going to leave.”

makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body were apparent even though she was only wearing a simple T-shirt and

are you here?" she

come it was Sylvia

met Tiffany's

did not doubt

"You are here as well. Is there any particular

was even

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

for you,” she answered

to eat what you make." He looked

the morning, my good mood is spoiled.” She shook off his hands and headed to the

strode to keep up with

she was about to follow them,