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.

Suddenly, the man reached out his long arm and pulled her inside. In the next second, she found herself pinned against the wall by

voice was hoarse and hot, "Simeon is more handsome than

did he know she

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

he doesn't want to bump into me

Franklin extended his slender

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

their breaths, making her blush and feel

take it

shower," Sylvia's voice was

it sounded like a subtle

on her forehead before planting a kiss. "Feed me first,"

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

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

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 else could provide

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

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