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.

In the next second, she found herself pinned against the wall

and hot, "Simeon is more handsome

did he know

suspicious behavior. Without guessing, she knew for sure that

exit because he doesn't want to

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

I reward you?" Sylvia's face was slightly

between their breaths, making her blush

can't take it

go first? I'm a bit tired and want to take a shower," Sylvia's voice was hoarse as she

Franklin's ears, it sounded like a

his fingers gently brushing aside the strands of hair on her forehead

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 some

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 desk looking over some

closer to him, Sylvia 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 else could

with his pen onto the

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