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.

inside. In the next second, she found herself pinned against the wall by the man, who towered over her,

and hot, "Simeon is more

did he know she

Without

he doesn't want to bump into me in

won't hug him?" Franklin extended his slender fingers and lifted

pure and virtuous, my dear... how should I reward you?" Sylvia's face was slightly flushed,

their breaths,

can't take it

take a shower," Sylvia's voice was hoarse as she spoke. Her usually cold tone now

it sounded

smile, his fingers gently brushing aside the strands of hair on her forehead before planting a kiss.

morning, sunlight streamed in through the 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

had always been light on her feet when walking, especially when the man was focused on something else. She quietly approached him from behind as he sat at his

him, Sylvia couldn't help but notice how broad and sturdy Franklin's back looked - it gave her a sense of security that made

kept walking until she stood right behind him watching as he wrote notes with his pen onto the papers in front of him - his handwriting strong and

unknown to Sylvia herself, seeing Franklin writing like that filled her heart with an inexplicable warmth. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ