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.

the 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

hot, "Simeon is more handsome than me?"

he know she

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

he run through the emergency exit because he doesn't want to bump

have a boyfriend, you won't hug him?" Franklin extended his slender fingers

I reward you?" Sylvia's face was slightly flushed, and a rosy hue appeared

lingered between their breaths, making her

can't take

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

ears, it sounded

the strands of hair on her forehead before planting a kiss. "Feed me first," he

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, washed up

the man was focused on something else. She quietly approached him from behind as he sat at his desk looking over some

back looked - it gave her a sense 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

notes with his pen onto the papers in front of him - his handwriting

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