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

eyes grew colder, all

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

change in the atmosphere, including

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

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

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

you a letter, let alone ask you to come to my place. Stop doing silly things." He said in a harsh voice.

think he would be impressed by

but got nothing in return except his cold rejection, could not help feeling grieved and cried. Large drops of tears fell

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

Franklin's corner curved up ironically, "Your tears

Tiffany was insanely furious.

stood by

was not from Franklin, who was it from?

in my house

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

today greatly

she came to seek sympathy

herself as

That was ridiculous.

was going downstairs, she caught

peeked at Franklin, who was sitting

table,

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

looked into Sylvia's eyes. Though without makeup, she looked bright and dainty. Her tall figure and

you

come it

met

did not doubt she would have

so strong. "You are here as well. Is there any particular reason that I can't be here?" Sylvia sneered.

Franklin was even

it, he had reached out his

has made it for you,”

eat what you make." He looked down at her,

is spoiled.” She shook off his

strode to keep

watched them leave unwillingly. Just as she was