After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 849

Chapter 849

"A few days ago, the first round of review was submitted." Brock stood by the window in his home, looking out at the vast night sky with a chill in his voice. "The result was that the first round of review did not pass. They said there were several parts of the content that were not acceptable."

"What content?" Sylvia narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and her pupils froze for a moment. Her long lashes trembled slightly, casting a faint shadow under the light. "The content is very positive and uplifting with a strong main theme. How could it not be good?"

"The detailed results will be fed back by the review team tomorrow," Brock said as he switched his phone to the other hand. "We're about to finalize everything, but if it doesn't pass the review, we'll have to make some revisions and go through more trouble."

"Let's wait and see the results of tomorrow first. Then, please forward the feedback to me and we can discuss how to conduct the survey."

At the time, Sylvia thought it was just a routine review and had no idea that someone was playing tricks behind her back.

Franklin picked up the hair dryer and hummed as he helped her blow dry her hair, relieved that she had finally finished her phone call.

The man moved gently, brushing lightly over her black hair like a waterfall.

The warm breeze blowing over her head felt very comfortable and pleasant.

Franklin lowered his gaze and looked at the strands of hair in his palm. The smooth texture felt amazing, and he couldn't help but stroke the silky long hair, reluctant to let go.

Sylvia looked up and turned her head to see the man staring at her hair with a dazed expression.

She didn't speak to break the atmosphere, but instead narrowed her eyes like a cat.

After Franklin finished blowing her hair, he reluctantly reached out and gently brushed her hair before putting away the hair dryer.

However, Sylvia reached out and snatched it away, causing the man to pause for a moment.

Sit down in tacit understanding, he is very tall, even when he sits down, Sylvia can only stand up to help him blow his hair. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The man's short and stiff hair felt cold and hard on her fair fingertips, just like his personality.

People often say that those with hard hair have hearts of stone. If it were in the past, Sylvia would probably have thought so too.

However, having gone through so many ups and downs with Franklin and experienced so much together, she actually feels that this man has a very soft heart.

She vaguely remembered that during the four years of her previous marriage, there were countless times when she, just like now, gently blow-dried his hair. But... he rarely helped her blow.

it was just to fulfill her duty

suddenly become so close to

that time, he was very indifferent. The indifference was not physical

at her with a doting and warm

and gently embraced her, resting his head on her

fingers ran through the man's

buried his face in Sylvia's nightgown, and the scent of her faint fragrance filled

her motion

somewhat hoarse and dry, how could her body possibly

of Love Parasite has never been cured, if it is passed on

has to suffer herself, how could she let her children suffer

in her heart and found an excuse, "Let's wait for a while. There are

think much of it, assuming that she was just eager to find out news about

thought that she didn't want to give

he breathed a long

held her waist tightly, "In the future, I will definitely be a good

dryer and placed it neatly on the bedside table once

the man to embrace her intimately,

aloof Mr. Maskelyne seemed like

is afraid that if he brings up having a baby,

Fortunately, no.

up against her. "Get up, we should go

her. He was tall with long legs and slightly lowered his head when he looked

and found that she didn't really

at Franklin's expression. She felt a bit sad. She rarely had negative emotions, but when it came to having a

something that many people could do easily, but for her it

and joy that others could

this counted as a kind of

blankets with Franklin's faint fresh scent filling the air around

in the night sky. In just a few

as fine snow covered everything

close while she snuggled into his embrace with

if covered in silver paint from all of last night's snowfall which made everything look fresh yet icy cold

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