After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 234

Sylvia wasn't injured, but she wondered why she had fallen as the carpets were everywhere. She almost rolled down the stairs. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have either been killed immediately or disabled.

Lilian looked worried. “I'm sorry, Miss Andrews. It's my fault. If something happened to you, I would feel extremely guilty."

She kept blaming herself and felt upset, looking pitiful, as if she would shed tears the next second. Sylvia was the victim, but Lilian seemed to have encountered the accident instead.

Arching her brow, Sylvia said, "I didn't fall. Save your tears till the day I become disabled."

"Miss Andrews, you were awesome just now. Are you a martial artist?" Lilian asked, wiping the tears off her eye corner.

"Right. Whoever dares to harm me will end up miserably.” Sylvia stared at her eyes, and her tone was cold.

Then she went to the dining room.

Biting her lip, Lilian followed her.

The supper was simple, and Sylvia wasn't picky. She ate some.

When Franklin went downstairs, Lilian hurriedly served another portion. "Master Franklin, have a try. I prepared it for you deliberately.”

“I only eat Sylvia's dishes," Franklin replied expressionlessly.

He wore a black bathrobe. After a shower, he looked seductive and hot with messy hair on his handsome face.

This was the first time Lilian had seen him look so unruly and sexy. Usually, Franklin wore suits, looking aloof and self-restrained.

He looked utterly different but still made her heart race.

Lilian blushed.

"Master Franklin, I-1 made it as perfect as possible."

"So what?" Franklin ordered leisurely, "Leave."

Lilian gaped at him in disbelief as he sent her away.

“I'm done." Sylvia elegantly wiped her red lips. Lilian's obsessed look upset her slightly.

Without hesitation, she bent over to tighten Franklin's bathrobe and said, "I'm sleepy.”

Franklin looked down at her hand on his chest, smiling. "All right. Let's go to bed."

hand and left the dining

Lilian watched them leave, hatred filling her

"Are you jealous, sweetie?"

snorted, "You'd better not

rosy earlobe. "Also, you pulled my bathrobe to cover

pretending to be careless. "You deliberately revealed your chest, didn't you? If you want to hit on her, you can tell me

more Sylvia spoke,

heck am I talking

She rubbed her forehead.

Jealousy is evident on your face." Franklin couldn't help feeling delighted, wearing

up at

whenever he smiled, he

the power to make

trembling eyelashes, Franklin bent down his head and pecked her

gently and affectionately. Sylvia held her breath, feeling his

his lips fell on her red

his kiss, Franklin

Sylvia opened her eyes, she found Franklin staring at her

awkward under his gaze, wondering why

She cursed inwardly.

tender shoulders under the soft light of the bedroom. She wanted to straighten it up,

pressed her hands and asked hoarsely, "Trying to

rosy, and her eyes were tinged with

words annoyed her,

at him and inwardly blamed her

confident in her self-restraint, but Franklin had repeatedly shattered it. She almost

overthought. I'm going to

hand, and pressed it on his chest. "You wanted to touch me in the dining room

under her palm, Sylvia caressed the outline of his muscles. Her mind

a psycho,’ her

became scarlet, but she was unwilling to admit being

bit his lips

take control, don't you? Why did you let me control

hot breath seductively on his ear. Franklin reminded her hoarsely

desire, and his body seemed to scream at

morning, sunlight fell

smelt his familiar mint scent. Shaking her head, she got off the bed and entered the bathroom. When she left, Franklin snapped open his

the door was pushed open from the

nasal voice, "Why don't you sleep in? I didn't expect you

He sounded seductive.

to be calm, she reminded him, "Please behave yourself, Mr.

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