After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 893

The handsome man's eyes were cold and distant, lacking the warmth and affection he usually showed towards her. There was a hint of indifference mixed with anger in his gaze. Sylvia could sense that he was upset, almost as if he was silently pleading for her attention.

She felt like laughing at the sight but held back. Sitting next to Franklin, she gently took his hand in hers and said, "It's okay. Don't be angry." sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

Franklin gave her a sideways glance as if to say that one sentence wouldn't solve everything. Sylvia wasn't used to dealing with people like this and felt a bit awkward. "What's wrong?" she asked him.

"Heh," the man sneered coldly, tilting his head slightly while curling his lips into an arrogant smirk mixed with indifference.

This man was usually aloof and handsome; he looked like something straight out of a comic book or CEO drama series. But seeing him act so childish made Sylvia laugh uncontrollably. "When are we getting married?" Franklin ignored her teasing tone and got straight to the point with an alluring face expression on display for all to see.

He just wanted them both to get married already! Why did everything have to be so difficult?

His marriage plan was interrupted by all kinds of accidents, which was frustrating.

"I saw a new patient today who you know," Sylvia told Franklin about Giancarlo's marriage situation. Even though Franklin didn't feel good hearing about it, he knew how precious Giancarlo's life was.

He couldn't ignore what needed doing even if it made him unhappy.

Instead of sulking any longer, he decided not to let himself stay mad anymore.

He looked at Sylvia tenderly before saying softly, "You must be tired today."

Sylvia blinked in surprise at how quickly things changed between them. Just moments ago, he seemed angry but now everything seemed fine again?

Franklin reached over to pat her head gently before adding, "I left dinner in the kitchen for you; I'll go heat it up."

He stood up and walked towards the kitchen as he spoke. A few minutes later, the sound of the microwave filled the air. Franklin brought out several exquisite dishes and a bowl of porridge.

"Come eat," he said.

feeling warm inside, and washed her hands before sitting down to eat. When she finished eating and came out of the kitchen after washing up, she found that Franklin had been standing behind her all along with an intense gaze fixed on

wearing a white silk robe with damp hair that glistened in droplets on his toned chest - an image that would make any

to that of a supermodel or even better than one, Sylvia thought to

blushing slightly. "Why are you

stand right beside Sylvia's ear. His lips emitted scorching hot breaths as

suddenly; she couldn't believe what just happened! She put both hands on her cheeks for support while trying not to show how flustered she was by this sudden display of lovey-dovey behavior from Franklin. "I'm going to take a shower," she said quickly before rushing off into their bedroom without bothering about what kind of pajamas she grabbed along the way... Franklin watched Sylvia disappear into their bedroom with amusement written all over his face; how could she be

Sylvia could be outside but then turn into such an

of their nightstand table and logged onto Facebook where Brayden had left him a message about planning his

expression in disbelief but replied casually.

she sat by the bathtub with a face mask on. She waited

she saw what they were. The

grabbed it in haste without noticing what it looked like! How could she wear

knocking at the door. "Honey, are you still not done washing up?" Franklin

the bathroom door. Glancing at the clock on the wall showed it was almost eleven o'clock. She looked

stood there in front of him wearing nothing but white lace lingerie

lighting shining down upon them both made everything

taken a shower, her fair skin glistened like an eggshell freshly peeled, one mischievous water droplet slid down from Sylvia's slender neck until finally settling between two curves on top of

to be burning hot as his Adam's apple bobbed

Sylvia replied nervously as she walked

phone which he had thrown carelessly aside earlier; its screen still lit up showing his chat

want our wedding ceremony to be romantic

beach is indeed

wedding in a medieval castle... and Darius wants to have his on the same

match with the Foster family's.

"Hey, are you

calmly. "Honey, you're compensating me today. So... you dressed so seductively for me?" He approached Sylvia step by step, her faint shower gel scent mixed with her unique feminine

a deep breath. "Honey, why aren't you

was in agony. If she told the truth that she had