After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

In Poppy's hospital room, James opened the thermos box Sylvia had brought.

"Smells good. Sylvia, you're a good cook."

After one night, Poppy's mood had improved.

She looked at Sylvia with slightly raised eyes, her eyelashes fluttering in the light, "Sylvia, thank you ..."

Sylvia looked at her haggard face, tried to curl the corners of her mouth, and wrote in distress, "Hurry up and eat the noodles, or they won't taste good.”

"Okay." Poppy nodded and began to eat the noodles.

In Franklin's hospital room.

Franklin was woken up by the familiar smell of noodles. It was the noodles ... made by Sylvia. It smelled so good.

He instantly turned so hungry.

Seeing him wake up, before Jasper could speak, Darcie ran to the hospital bed said with an attentive face, "Mr. Maskelyne, I brought you breakfast. You try it?"

Franklin's eyes fell on Darcie's face, and he looked cold. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?"

Darcie was shocked and said in an injured tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, I am Darcie ... we have been colleagues together for several years. I am a flight attendant ... *

Why couldn't he remember her?

Why couldn't he recognize her?

She was so sad that her eyes were red rimmed.

Tears almost fell out, but she held them back.

"Mr. Maskelyne, do you want to eat noodles?" Jasper opened the thermos box.

Franklin smelled it, and although he did not see the person he was expecting to see, the noodles were extremely to his liking.

up the fork and began to

up the

he enjoyed eating them very much. "What's so good about the noodles? Can it be as

"Get lost!"

to marry you, and our parents are about to arrange

“I know, you and Sylvia

was bitter, and her

please." Jasper made a polite

an embarrassed face, opened the door of the room

to be quiet. Some patients and their family

met Sylvia who was

as she

the familiar caller ID on the screen, her

"Hello."

phone, "Why don't you

the thermos box she was

who had stepped into the elevator, jerked her eyes up to

couldn't wait to call this

voice was low. "As soon as I smelled the fragrance of the noodles, I knew it must be you who made it. Only the food you make will make me have an appetite." Sylvia didn't

didn't know what to say. Before she could say anything, she heard the man say again, "It's the same for my body. I can only be turned on by you. Honey, I can't stop feeling something for you. Now that the whole world knows you're my wife. You brought noodles but didn't come to visit me. You wicked girl!" There seemed to some repressed emotion in Franklin's tone of voice. Sylvia

girl?" Was he trying

couldn't help but have goose bumps

I want to eat your bread for

Franklin's words,

Franklin's voice ring out again with a

to death!

Sylvia was speechless.

was he

Sylvia still made the

also cooked the soup

done, she went straight to the

carried the thermos box and went straight to Franklin's