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.

just to fulfill her duty

how did they suddenly become so close to

was not physical coldness, but

her

while Franklin watched her slender waist covered by her pajamas. He reached out his long arm and gently embraced her, resting his

through the man's hair,

the scent of her faint fragrance filled

stiffened instantly, and her motion of

hoarse and dry, how could her body possibly

never been cured,

suffer herself, how could she

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

it, assuming that she was just eager to find out news about her

thought that she didn't want

that she wasn't completely resistant, he breathed

tightly, "In the

hair dryer and placed it neatly on

to embrace her

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

that if he brings up having a baby, she will get

Fortunately, no.

up against her. "Get up, we

legs and slightly lowered his head when he looked at

and found that she didn't really

had negative emotions, but when it came to having a baby,

pregnant and have a child was something that many people could do easily, but for her it was

could do things that others couldn't do, but the happiness and joy that others

didn't know if this counted as a kind of

curled up in the blankets with Franklin's faint fresh scent filling

the night sky. In just a few days it would be New Year's Eve and the weather

white as fine

arm and hugged Sylvia close while she snuggled into his embrace

in silver paint from all of last

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