After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 125

Franklin reached out the other arm and wrapped it around her body.

Then he dragged Sylvia to his side, hugging her tightly.

Sylvia was forced to cling to his chest.

Looking at his charming face, she felt irritated.

"Franklin Maskelyne!" she growled.

"Shush!" Franklin pressed his index finger on her tender rose-petal-liked lips.

"What the heck do you want?" Sylvia snapped.

However, only the sounds of his steady heartbeat responded to her in the quiet room.

Then she felt his even breath.

It turned out Franklin fell asleep again.

That was way too fast.

Sylvia twisted in his embrace and changed a gesture.

Then she saw the faint stubble on his chin, making him look rougher than usual.

Sylvia couldn't help but imagine him as a rough guy, amused.

Narrowing her eyes, she wanted to break free, but Franklin pressed her forcibly.

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She would have thought he'd suffered from insomnia if he hadn't fallen asleep so quickly. She

wondered if he had purposely lost some sleep or if it was for another reason.

Anyway, she smelt something fishy.

While her mind wandered, Sylvia gradually fell asleep.

After she slept soundly, the virus in her body smelt the familiar scent and became slightly excited.

Shortly after, it calmed down.

Franklin opened his eyes, staring at the woman in his embrace, who was breathing evenly.

A ghost of a smile touched his lips. He thought Sylvia looked like an innocent baby after falling asleep.

She was off guard, and he didn't have the heart to wake up.

After a nap, he became spirited. However, he was immersed in the peaceful atmosphere.

Only hugging her without doing anything soothed his mood. He felt at ease, just like he finally had

found the missing part of him.

Staring at her affectionately, Franklin pecked her forehead gently.

Then he held her more tightly and closed his eyes again.

The early morning.

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes, only to find it was bright outside the window.

She hurriedly sat up on the bed and checked her phone. It was past nine.

Frowning, she guessed that Franklin must have turned off the alarm before leaving.

Hence, she slept in.

Sylvia would feel irritated if she hadn't slept well, and Franklin seemed to remember this well.

If they had loved each other, Franklin would have been a responsible husband indeed.

Sylvia hurriedly straightened herself up and went downstairs.

She was going to the city hall. She had promised Mayor Cody to do something, so she couldn't break

her word.

However, when she turned the corner, she was shocked, gazing at the living room in disbelief.

'What's going on here?'

The living room was full of flowers.

Red roses formed her nickname "Sibbie" in the middle, surrounded by light-blue baby's breath, which

made the roses more beautiful.

The air was full of the rose's fragrance.

Several colorful balloons floated in the air with ribbons below. There was a line of words on each

ribbon.

"Morning, Sweetie."

"Wish you happy every day."

Sylvia saw all kinds of greetings, surprised that Franklin could be so romantic.

In her impression, he was only fond of spending money on diamonds and handbags for her.

Sylvia didn't expect him to change the way. An indescribable feeling surged in her heart.

After all, she had seen so many flowers after getting up in the morning, which was a dream scene for

every woman.

She had to admit that this made her day.

However, her mood worsened when she saw another line. "Sweetie, I want to have Magret de canard."

It utterly ruined the romantic feeling.

Soon, she saw another ribbon. "Sweetie, I also want to eat Moule-frites made by you."

"Also, Tomates farcies. It's been too hot recently. This dish suits summer."

"The one I'd love to eat the most is Le buf Bourguignon."

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Sylvia didn't feel romantic anymore. Seemingly Franklin was ordering dishes.

Watching the balloons in front of her, Sylvia dragged them down, tossed them onto the floor, and

stomped them in anger.

'Damn you, Franklin Maskelyne!'

She ordered her men, "Throw them away! All of them!"

Then she added, "Well, toss them to the entrance of SouthStar Airlines."

"OK, Miss Andrews."

The men started to clean up the living room.

Entrance of the building of SouthStar Airlines.

It was crowded. People came back and forth.

Suddenly, several black luxury cars were pulled over.

A group of strong-built men got off, holding several roses to decorate the entrance.

Shortly after, they finished and carried bunches of baby's breath out of the cars to spread them around

the roses.

The passersby paused and watched them curiously.

They had thought a man would propose to a beautiful employee of SouthStar Airlines or confess his

love to her.

However, they found several balloons bound to the roses and tied together, below which was a long

ribbon.

The scene was romantic and beautiful.

However, they gaped when the onlookers read the line on the ribbon.

"Franklin Maskelyne, whether you want to eat Moule-frites, Magret de canard, or Le buf Bourguignon,

you'd better turn right and drive five miles. You'll find all of them in the restaurant." It ended with a

phone number.