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

grew colder, all the servants

try?" Despite her physical pain,

change in the atmosphere,

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

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

make you breakfast, didn't you? You gave me the address..." Faced with a volley of questions from him, she could

I never asked anyone 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

think he would be

but got nothing in return except his cold rejection, could not help feeling grieved and cried.

yourself." S~ᴇaʀᴄh

prepared.” 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 by

Tiffany was insanely furious.

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

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

Don't let another woman show up in my house and don't let

for him for years, so

happened today greatly disappointed

now she came to seek sympathy by

take herself as the mistress

That was ridiculous.

Sylvia was going downstairs, she caught sight of

peeked at Franklin, who was sitting

the table, he

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

looked bright and dainty. Her

are you here?"

it was

met

could Kill, Sylvia did not

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

was even

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

you,”

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

seeing some trash early in the morning, my good mood is spoiled.” She shook off his

to keep up

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