After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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.

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.

At that time, it was just to fulfill her duty as a wife.

Now... how did they suddenly become so close to each other?

At that time, he was very indifferent. The indifference was not physical coldness, but rather emotional

and psychological aura.

When did he start looking at her with a doting and warm gaze?

Sylvia carefully blow-dried the man's hair, while Franklin watched her slender waist covered by her

pajamas. He reached out his long arm and gently embraced her, resting his head on her small belly.

The sudden intimate gesture caught Sylvia off guard, but she quickly regained her composure.

Sylvia's fingers ran through the man's hair, but the man's arms tightened.

He buried his face in Sylvia's nightgown, and the scent of her faint fragrance filled his nostrils. "Honey,

let's have a baby."

Sylvia's fingers stiffened instantly, and her motion of blowing her hair stopped.

"Baby..." Her voice was somewhat hoarse and dry, how could her body possibly have a child now?

The poison of Love Parasite has never been cured, if it is passed on to children again...

She can't imagine, if she has to suffer herself, how could she let her children suffer with her.

She turned her gaze away, suppressing the bitterness in her heart and found an excuse, "Let's wait for

a while. There are still many things that haven't been settled yet. My mother... I need to wait until my

mother's matter is resolved."

Franklin didn't think much of it, assuming that she was just eager to find out news about her mother. So

he nodded and said, "Yeah, we're still young anyway. There's no rush."

He almost thought that she didn't want to give birth...

Seeing that she wasn't completely resistant, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Franklin still held her waist tightly, "In the future, I will definitely be a good dad."

Sylvia slowly reeled in the cord of the hair dryer and placed it neatly on the bedside table once she was

finished.

She allowed the man to embrace her intimately, "You will definitely do it."

Franklin's head rubbed against her waist, and the aloof Mr. Maskelyne seemed like a large stuffed toy,

even with a hint of humble flattery?

He is afraid that if he brings up having a baby, she will get angry and resist.

Fortunately, no.

Sylvia nudged the man snuggled up against her. "Get up, we should go to sleep."

Franklin released her, stood up and stood beside her. He was tall with long legs and slightly lowered his

head when he looked at her. "Okay, let's go to bed."

He observed Sylvia's expression and found that she didn't really look angry.

Sylvia kept her head down and didn't look at Franklin's expression. She felt a bit sad. She rarely had

negative emotions, but when it came to having a baby, she felt like hiding.

It was difficult, very difficult.

With her physical condition, wanting to get pregnant and have a child was something that many people

could do easily, but for her it was really hard.

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

were out of reach for her.

She didn't know if this counted as a kind of sadness.

She curled up in the blankets with Franklin's faint fresh scent filling the air around them.

Outside the window, snowflakes began to fall unnoticed in the night sky. In just a few days it would be

New Year's Eve and the weather was getting colder by the day.

Gradually everything became white as fine snow covered everything like silver clothing.

Franklin stretched out his arm and hugged Sylvia close while she snuggled into his embrace with

closed eyes.

The next morning dawned bright white as if covered in silver paint from all of last night's snowfall which

made everything look fresh yet icy cold at once.

"Thank goodness we live up north with proper heating inside; otherwise, we would freeze to death,"

she remarked, exhaling a visible breath before turning around to settle on the comfortable sofa.

Mrs. Ritter descended the stairs from her upstairs room, stretching her neck and casting a quick glance

outside. She observed the bustling activity of people tirelessly shoveling away piles upon piles of snow.

"It's so good that it has finally started snowing! There is nothing better than this!"

She laughed triumphantly,"I bet right now that little wench feels just as cold-hearted as this ice-cold

world."

"Mom did you succeed? Did aunt help us?" Ashlyn asked excitedly moving closer towards Mrs. Ritter.

"You bet he did! He rejected that bitch's movie." Mrs. Ritter spoke more confidently now almost dancing

with glee, "I'm sure she wanted Valentine's Day slot instead since there is no way she can get New

Year's Day slot anymore."

Ashlyn was no fool. She calculated the time and said, "But... Valentine's Day is still a month away! If

this movie got sent back again, and then they have to make more changes and get it approved again,

they'll miss Valentine's Day!"

"After Valentine's Day there won't be any good times left. There are only small holidays," Mrs. Ritter

laughed as she picked up a strawberry from the coffee table and popped it into her mouth. "But if we

keep delaying it, it'll end up being released in the summer season..."

Mrs. Ritter looked at her daughter with satisfaction as a hint of approval flashed through her eyes.

"Ashlyn, you're right! You're really making progress! Mom is so proud of you."

"Isn't that all thanks to Mom?" Ashlyn giggled as she finished drinking all of her milk. "I'm just waiting for

Sylvia's misfortune now. Haha. I can't do anything else but seeing her lose some money would make

me happy enough; as long as she suffers some loss, I'm happy." Draмanоvеls.com

Their grudge against Sylvia and Franklin ran deep.

"Alright, let's go visit your aunt," Mrs. Ritter stood up while instructing their servant to prepare some

gifts before taking out a brand new bracelet from her jewelry box. "Your uncle did well this time around

so we should thank him properly."

Ashlyn nodded like an obedient chickpea. "Mom always thinks ahead!"

People often say that snow isn't cold but melting snow is.

Sylvia wrapped herself tightly in a scarf before putting her hands into pockets on arrival at the coffee

shop.

Brock had been waiting there for quite some time now so he waved his hand when he saw Sylvia

approaching.

Sylvia was wearing a cashmere coat with black boots on feet while wrapping herself tightly with scarf

around neck. She sat down opposite Brock once arrived. "How did things go?"

"It's not going well," Brock took out his files and opened them before pointing at one line saying. "No All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

violent scenes allowed but this scene isn't even violent nor does it contain any bloody elements."

The female protagonist Poppy pretends to come from a wealthy family background while having fight

scenes with gangsters which highlights martial arts skills possessed by Poppy.

However, if all references to this aspect were removed, the character development would immediately

crumble. The audience would also find many parts of the plot auntar.