After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 966

The woman in front of him looked a bit weary as she stood before him.

Franklin's eyes filled with concern. "Did you not sleep at all last night? What were you doing? Writing code? Or drafting plans? Are you writing a script?"

Sylvia shook her head. "I was sculpting."

"Sculpting?" Franklin was taken aback. "You didn't..."

"Carved something out of that jade stone from yesterday?"

"But how could you carve out a complete piece in just one night? That's impossible!"

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He had never heard of a finished sculpture being carved out overnight.

"Well, it's a gift for my uncle's engagement." Sylvia played with her hair, lazily lifting her eyes. Her hands were covered in jade powder, making her uncomfortable. "I'll go take a shower and get some sleep." Otherwise, she'd look too worn-out at the engagement banquet tonight.

Seeing Sylvia heading towards the bedroom, Franklin felt a bit puzzled.

But he also knew that health comes first.

So he didn't disturb Sylvia further, instead instructing the maid to cook porridge on the stove before heading to the office.

Although he managed to handle some work while participating in "Go Everywhere," there was still a lot piled up.

He needed to finish it quickly before going abroad to help Carolyn.

By the time Sylvia woke up, it was already two in the afternoon. She had been sleeping since morning.

It was the scorching sunlight, and she stretched lazily. She hadn't stayed up late for a long time, so staying up all night made her feel uncomfortable.

After getting out of bed and freshening up, she went downstairs and made a cup of American ginseng tea. Just as she took a few sips, she saw the caregiver coming out of the kitchen.

"Missus, I stewed some chicken soup and there's some porridge left. Would you like some? Or should I make some side dishes?"

Sylvia didn't expect Franklin to arrange for a caregiver to take care of her.

Feeling a faint warmth in her heart, she said, "Okay, I'll have the chicken soup. Just stir-fry a couple of dishes."

"Sure." The caregiver went back to the kitchen.

In no time, the caregiver brought a steaming bowl of chicken soup to the table and returned with two delicate side dishes.

fried meat and tomato scrambled eggs. But she wasn't

bother to ask and just pressed the door

received a box from someone outside.

box

Sylvia was surprised. "What?"

The housekeeper opened the box with

eyes sparkled. "This

for the madam from overseas. It must be worth a lot! There are also matching shoes." The housekeeper took out a pair of golden

from her closet, after all, this wasn't her event. She was just a guest. But Franklin had still air-shipped

was not cheap. Their ready-to-wear clothes started at a

was this dress worth at least

head helplessly. "Such

master cares for the madam, always keeping her in his heart!" The housekeeper praised Franklin enthusiastically. "Madam, do you want to try it on now?" "Forget it, I'll try it on tonight." She had

door, followed by a group of

man. "Mrs. Maskelyne, hello, I was invited to help you with your styling, and this is my

hers. Why

Franklin, this person...

our styling studio yesterday and placed an order. Mrs. Maskelyne, where is your dressing table? Or dressing room?" Sylvia hastily finished her chicken soup, cleared the two dishes on the table, and then wiped the grease off her lips before

around for nearly two hours, and her waist was

Maskelyne, you can go change into the

into a typical style, with a few playful strands of hair hanging down, curled naturally

face was exquisitely made up, making her watery eyes

much

Franklin gave her and walked into the changing room. After changing, she walked

came out, she noticed

handcrafted suit, exceptionally charming. He was already tall, but now he

Sylvia come out, a hint of amazement flashed in his

a diamond necklace that shimmered like stars, made her look

revealing her fair and delicate neck, the gemstone earrings on her

bit high, everything else is perfect."

held her slender waist, pulling her into his arms. "It's okay, I'll hold

and stunning in this dress!" The stylist stepped forward. "Your skin is the best among

lips curled upwards, obviously in a

cash gift to the stylist. "Treat yourselves

"Thank you, Mr. Maskelyne, thank you, Mrs. Maskelyne." The stylist studio's services for a styling session are naturally not cheap,

gift naturally makes the mood even better. No one would complain

picture

who the owner of

styling studio had a certain level of fame in the industry and they often styled celebrities

were some who were familiar with Sylvia and immediately recognized her. "Isn't this Mrs. Maskelyne!"

posting the back isn't

post some frontal

enthusiastic netizens propelled Mrs. Maskelyne's new hairstyle to the