After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 747

Sylvia glanced at him and thought of Mrs. Wright in Larro, who even though had lost her memory, still knew how to stew the pork rib soup that Monica had taught her.

There are some emotions in this world that will never change or disappear due to time and space.

"Don't mention it, we're all family," Sylvia spoke softly, a hint of light flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Franklin quickly scanned through the documents and once he finished, he looked up at Sylvia with an intense and eager gaze.

"Has the court hearing time been scheduled?"

Brayden nodded. "10 AM, the day after tomorrow."

"Okay."

Franklin suppressed the palpitations in his heart. With the evidence Sylvia brought, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort. Several people called hotel room service together, had dinner together and then dispersed.

Sylvia and Franklin went straight to their own rooms.

man reached out his long arm and pulled her inside. In the next second, she found herself pinned against the wall by the man, who towered over her, looking down with a condescending

and hot, "Simeon is more handsome than me?"

he know

slightly, thinking about Jasper's suspicious behavior. Without guessing, she knew for

emergency exit because he doesn't want to bump

won't hug him?" Franklin extended his slender

and virtuous, my dear... how should I reward you?" Sylvia's face was slightly flushed, and a rosy hue appeared on her fair and smooth

their breaths, making her blush and

can't take

tired and want to take a shower," Sylvia's

sounded like a

gave a slight smile, his fingers gently brushing aside the strands of hair on her forehead

window. Sylvia sat up feeling a bit groggy and achy all over. Memories of last night's blush- inducing moments flooded back, making her feel a little embarrassed. The room felt chilly and she got out of bed,

walking, especially when the man was focused on something else. She quietly approached him from behind as he sat at his desk

of security that made her smile inwardly. But then again, why was she thinking such childish thoughts? Security was something you gave yourself; it wasn't something someone else could

him watching as he wrote notes with his pen onto the papers in front of him

reason unknown to Sylvia herself, seeing Franklin writing like that filled her heart with an inexplicable warmth. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and