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.

yet. Suddenly, 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

"Simeon is

know she complimented

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

run through the emergency exit because he doesn't want

a boyfriend, you won't hug him?" Franklin extended his slender fingers and lifted Sylvia's pointed

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

scent lingered between their breaths,

take it

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

Franklin's ears, it sounded

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

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 quickly, and walked into the living room where she heard Franklin shuffling through

man was focused on something else. She

couldn't help but notice how broad and sturdy Franklin's 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

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

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