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 was

colder, all

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

the change in the atmosphere, including the

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

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

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

your position. I never asked anyone to send you a letter, let alone ask you to come to my place. Stop doing silly

think he would

Franklin. I love you with all my heart.” Tiffany, who had been busy for the whole morning but got nothing in

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

Tiffany was insanely furious.

her. She stood by the dining table, holding

who was it from? To make Franklin hate her

in my house and don't

had been working for him for years, so he would not give Rock a hard

today greatly

she came to seek sympathy by pretending that she

take herself as the mistress

That was ridiculous.

she caught sight of Tiffany, who

an eyebrow and peeked at Franklin, who

food on the table, he

breakfast, I'm going to leave.” There was something

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

you here?"

come it was Sylvia

eyes met

Kill, Sylvia did not doubt she would

as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't be here?" Sylvia sneered. She was about

Franklin was

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

you,” she answered in a bland

what you make." He looked down

good mood is spoiled.” She shook off

keep up

leave unwillingly. Just as she was about to follow them, Rock