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

grew colder, all the

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

the

Who consented? And who let you make

unhappy? After receiving the letter from Franklin early in the morning, she hurried here especially

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

to 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, Tiffany was an irksome

he would be

been busy for the whole morning but got nothing in return except his cold rejection, could

letter 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 novels early and in the highest

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

Tiffany was insanely furious.

flooded through her. She stood by the dining table, holding the

from Franklin, who was it from? To

in my house and don't let unauthorized people

for years, so he would not give Rock

today

seek sympathy

herself as the mistress of

That was ridiculous.

was going downstairs, she caught sight of Tiffany,

eyebrow and peeked at

for the food on the table, he

to leave.” There

eyes. Though without makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and shaped body were apparent even

you here?"

it was Sylvia

met Tiffany's

Kill, Sylvia did

are here as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't

was even

had left the dining table. When she realized it, he had reached

for you,” she answered in a bland

I want to eat what you make." He looked down at her, "Yours

is spoiled.” She shook off his hands and headed to

strode to keep up with

she was about to follow them, Rock stopped