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.

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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.

to fulfill her duty as a

did they suddenly become so close

indifference was not physical coldness,

start looking at her

her pajamas. He reached out his long arm and gently embraced her, resting his head on her small belly. The sudden intimate gesture caught Sylvia off guard, but she quickly regained

man's hair, but the man's

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

fingers stiffened instantly, and her motion of

hoarse and dry, how

cured, if it is passed on to children

suffer herself, how could she let her

turned her gaze away, suppressing the bitterness in her heart and found an excuse, "Let's wait for a while. There are still many things that haven't been settled yet. My mother... I need to wait until my

much of it, assuming that she was just eager to find out news about her mother. So he nodded and said, "Yeah, we're still young

that she

he breathed a

tightly, "In the future, I will definitely

of the hair dryer and placed it

embrace her

against her waist, and the aloof Mr. Maskelyne seemed like a large stuffed toy, even with a

he brings up having a baby,

Fortunately, no.

her. "Get

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

expression 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

was something

the happiness and joy that others could easily obtain were out of reach for

this counted as a kind

with Franklin's faint fresh scent filling

just a few days it would be New Year's Eve and the weather

became white as fine snow covered everything

hugged Sylvia close while she snuggled into his embrace with

in silver paint from all

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