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 was

his eyes grew colder, all the

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

didn't notice the change in the

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

made the smile on Tiffany's face freeze. Was he unhappy? After receiving the letter from Franklin early in the

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

let alone ask you to come to my place.

she think he would

say that, Franklin. 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, could not help feeling grieved and cried. Large drops of tears fell down

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corner curved up ironically, "Your

Tiffany was insanely furious.

stood by the dining

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

woman show up in my house and

him for years, so he would not give

today greatly

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

she take herself as

That was ridiculous.

downstairs, she caught sight of Tiffany, who

eyebrow and peeked at

table, he did not

has made you breakfast, I'm going to leave.” There was something chilly

head instantly and directly looked into Sylvia's eyes. Though without makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body were apparent even though she was only wearing a simple

are you here?" she

it was

met Tiffany's

could Kill, Sylvia did not doubt she would have been

resentment and hatred in Tiffany's eyes were so strong. "You are here as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't be here?" Sylvia sneered. She was about to ignore

was even

table. When she realized it, he had reached out his hands and clutched

made it for you,” she

you make." He looked down at her, "Yours is

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

keep

Just as she