After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 123

When Sylvia reached out her hand, suddenly, Franklin hissed.

Blood oozed from a wound on his hand, dripping to the chopping board.

Subconsciously, Sylvia seized his hand and said to Jasper, "Mr. Howlett, please get the first-aid kit.

Thanks."

Jasper was shocked. He trotted to look for the first-aid kit immediately.

When he turned around, he saw Sylvia dragging Franklin out of the kitchen and walking toward him.

Jasper hurriedly opened the first-aid kid and found the bandaid.

Sylvia shook her head. "I need some iodine and gauze. His wound is too big."

Jasper found them for her.

Sylvia sterilized Franklin's hand.

Jasper looked over and saw an inch-long wound. It looked deep as well.

'Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so ruthless to yourself? It's your own hand, isn't it?'

"Think your fingers are beef?" Sylvia snapped while bandaging his wound. "Avoid water."

Then she stood up sternly and glared at Franklin.

No matter how elegant he looked when cutting, he was good for nothing in the kitchen.

Franklin only sat on the sofa in silence. Gazing at her, he dared not blink like she would run away if he

did so.

Sylvia disliked this kind of feeling. She felt like prey targeted by a hunter and had nowhere to run.

In silence, she turned around and entered the kitchen. Then she closed the door.

While she turned around, she missed the smile blossoming on Franklin's face.

Jasper watched them and didn't utter a sound.

'Mr. Maskelyne, you're severely injured. How can you be in such a good mood? Are you a fool?'

Suddenly, Jasper was enlightened.

'Mr. Maskelyne, did you do it on purpose? I'm impressed by your trick to win Miss Andrews' heart.'

Jasper felt he was the third wheel, so he made an excuse and left the house.

After more than an hour in the kitchen, Sylvia cooked four dishes and a soup, including the beef,

prawn, and rib dishes ordered by Franklin.

If it were usual, she would ask Franklin to help serve the dishes and lay the table. However, thinking of

his wounded hand, she poked out her head to call Jasper. However, only Franklin was sitting on the

sofa, peering out of the window, lost in thought.

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

"He had an urgency and left."

"Dinner is ready." Sylvia took off the apron and served the dishes by herself.

Franklin was unhappy as she looked for Jasper right after finishing cooking. "Why did you ask about

Jasper?"

"I wanted him to serve the table." Sylvia put down two dishes. "But he's gone. It's alright."

Franklin stood up and walked into the dining room, darting at her and thinking, 'Why didn't she ask me

to serve the table?'

He wondered if it meant she felt sorry for him. It was not bad to be wounded, was it?

Sylvia filled two bowls with soup and served the rest dishes before sitting down.

Franklin picked up a piece of beef and enjoyed the taste.

It satisfied his hungry stomach and delighted him from the inside out.

Finally, his empty stomach stopped twitching.

He felt like a drug addict getting relieved after taking the antidote. Sylvia's dishes were his antidote

saving him from starvation and making him live on.

Not to mention the four dishes and a soup. Even if Sylvia had prepared him a piece of toast, he would

think it was a delicacy.

Franklin realized that he was indeed sick. And only Sylvia could help him.

He was indeed starved. He had two tacos, finished all dishes, and drank a bowl of soup. Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

His full stomach brought him satisfaction indeed.

Sitting at the table leisurely, Franklin watched Sylvia clean the table.

Suddenly, he asked, "Have you ever cooked for other men?"

Sylvia paused a bit, looking at him while nodding. "Yes, I have."

Sometimes Logan and his men begged her to cook for them, or she was delighted because of

receiving many gifts. Then she cooked for them.

Her words sent Franklin into a rage, but Sylvia overlooked his expression change.

After cleaning up the table, she entered the kitchen to do the dishes.

The night was deep when she finally had finished everything.

Sylvia heaved a sigh, picked up her handbag, and said, "I'm going home."

Franklin gazed at her leisurely like a cheetah accumulating his power to hunt. "It's too late. Stay here."

"We're divorced, Franklin..." Sylvia replied resignedly.

"The villa is too big. I'm scared when staying here alone. It's too dark." Franklin had decided to pretend

to be weak.

He wasn't used to lying or showing weakness and didn't notice that his ears had reddened.

Under the light of the living room, he looked adorable and seductive.

Sylvia thought that he was too insatiable.

Franklin was the famous CEO and crew commander, just like a king in Larro. However, he said such

childish words, which amused and amazed her.

Franklin lowered his eyes. Probably he felt slightly guilty for telling lies. He didn't look into Sylvia's eyes.

After waiting for a while, Sylvia didn't respond to him. Franklin tentatively raised his head, only to find

the house door was opened. The cold night breeze blew in.

Sylvia was gone.

He couldn't believe that she had sneaked away under his nose.

In anger, Franklin jumped to his feet and cursed.

He had shown weakness and humbly asked her to stay. He thought she must have realized it.

It was the first time he had done so, but Sylvia ignored him.

Irritation surged in his chest.

Like a lunatic, he grabbed the key to his private jet and rushed out.