After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Franklin sat expressionless in the captain's seat, his eyes slightly narrowed and his thin lips tightly pursed under his prominent nose.

"Meeting," he said. Before every flight, there was a meeting. It was essential. His voice was cold and restrained, but it was very pleasing to the ear.

Darcie's head spun as she heard Franklin's voice again and saw such a handsome man. Her whole body trembled with excitement, almost fainting from happiness.

Franklin used to be SouthStar Airlines’ poster boy - everyone wanted to fly on the same flight as him because he looked good and had exceptional skills.

But after it came out that he had bipolar disorder, he never flew again. For a long time afterward, these single stewardesses were all depressed for quite some time.

But unexpectedly one day, he returned to flying again. Darcie suddenly felt like waiting so long and persevering for so long had been worth it.

On a Boeing passenger plane, Darcie stood at the cabin door greeting each boarding passenger. "Good morning! Welcome aboard SouthStar Airlines."

The beautiful stewardesses in their uniforms bustled back and forth down the aisle while passengers trickled into the cabin one by one with guidance from each stewardess until they found their own seats for this new journey ahead of them.

Darcie felt particularly good today; her greeting sounded especially pleasant and enthusiastic. "Sir! Your seat is here." "Ma'am! Let me help you carry your bag."

Until she saw a beautiful figure appear before her eyes - then her smile froze on her face instantly!

It was someone wearing a beige windbreaker who even wore large sunglasses covering half of their face - Sylvia! What is she doing here?Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

This shameless woman actually followed Mr. Maskelyne onto this flight?

Just thinking about this possibility made Darcie want nothing more than to throw Sylvia out of here before she could step inside the cabin!

Sylvia only carried an old-style handbag; she didn't even bring any luggage with her at all!

Darcie couldn't help but imagine if Sylvia's luggage ended up being stored in Franklin's suitcase...

Just thinking about it made Darcie feel terrible; She stood there stiffly without even remembering how to greet people anymore... But Elsa had greeted Sylvia, her attitude as if she was treating a VIP.

"Miss Andrews, this way please. Your seat is in business class. Please follow me."

Sylvia took off her sunglasses and smiled at Elsa. "Elsa, long time no see. | didn't expect to be working with you on his first flight after recovery."

"It's my honor to work with Mr. Maskelyne," Elsa replied, surprised that she was paired with Franklin this time. For both Franklin and Sylvia, flying again was not a small matter.

"Elsa, you are sweet," Sylvia joked as she checked the weather forecast before boarding the plane - eight hours of sunny weather for their flight.

It was only nine o'clock in the morning now; eight hours later would just be evening. Everything would go smoothly for sure. Elsa personally escorted Sylvia to her seat and after sitting down, she looked out of the window.

The plane quickly took off and accompanied by Franklin's magnetic voice from the cockpit. "Hello passengers! Welcome aboard SouthStar Airlines’ flight today! | am Captain Franklin..."

This kind of introduction seemed like it had been a long time since they last heard it.

Sylvia smirked slightly with a faint smile in her eyes as she looked towards the cockpit direction where Franklin stood. In contrast to Sylvia's joyfulness was Darcie's frustration.

Finally having some rest now, Darcie poured herself a glass of coke and drank several sips before calming down.

Elsa walked into the lounge area where Darcie sat and frowned slightly at her. "Darcie, can you deliver a glass of juice to Mrs. Maskelyne?"

She deliberately ordered Darcie so that Darcie could understand that Franklin already had a wife! Darcie became annoyed. "I don't want to see her or have any contact with her!"

“If you bring personal emotions into your work, then when we fly back home, you won't need to join us," Elsa said sternly while looking at Darcie's face seriously. "Lunchtime is coming soon; Miss Andrews' lunch will also be your responsibility.”

After speaking , Elsa turned around and left . Darcie turned pale from anger but reluctantly followed through because Elsa was head stewardess.

She prepared lunch and drinks then walked over towards Sylvia when suddenly Franklin appeared from inside cockpit saying, "Can you prepare me some lunch too?" He then sat next to Sylvia on an empty seat beside hers.

Being able to have lunch with his wife during work was such a heartwarming feeling. Darcie rolled her eyes in frustration but had no choice but to turn around and bring back a lunch and drink for Franklin.

When she returned, she saw Sylvia feeding Franklin beef in an intimate manner that made Darcie want to throw the lunch out of her hands. Franklin opened his lips, and Sylvia fed him a piece of broccoli after he elegantly chewed on the beef twice.

Darcie was forced to see them showing affection without making any noise. She could only place the lunch in front of Franklin and say, "Mr. Maskelyne, this is your lunch."

Franklin responded coldly, "Thank you,” without any interaction or affection towards Sylvia like before.

They were completely different people now!

Darcie felt another crazy blow as she couldn't help but sarcastically say, "Mr. Maskelyne, you two are so loving.” "Seeing you two lovebirds makes me feel dizzy from all the sweetness,” she added.

Franklin lifted his eyelids slightly without looking at Darcie and said coldly yet seriously. "We're not showing off because we're always like this."

Darcie's eyes quickly turned red with anger as she said. "Enjoy your meal," before turning around and running away. Once Darcie left, a smile appeared on Franklin's handsome face that lingered there for some time afterward.

"She likes you," Sylvia took a sip of her drink.

"That's her business,” replied Franklin as he bit into some succulent shrimp while gazing at Sylvia's beautiful face intently.

Sylvia glanced outside at the white clouds floating by before changing topics suddenly. "After you start flying again, | bet SouthStar Airlines’ stock prices will skyrocket; should | buy some?"

Franklin paused for a moment then sighed heavily saying. "Honey... when other women show interest in your husband, don't you feel even slightly threatened? Why are you thinking about money right now?"

Sylvia couldn't help laughing saying. "There are so many women who like my man; if | worried about each one, it would kill me."

It felt good - light-heartedness mixed with joy - something they both knew they needed more often than not.

The plane flew smoothly after their shared meal together; once finished eating Franklin went back into the cockpit staring at its instruments while Sylvia began reading out of boredom.

She brought a few magazines with her, just to pass the time on the boring journey. Elsa had refilled her drink midway through without disturbing her.

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“How can someone with mental illness fly?" "Does SouthStar Airlines not have any other pilots?" “Support his return, he is a skilled professional and talent should not be wasted!" Each headline was blood-curdling.

But it seemed that SouthStar Airlines had anticipated the questioning that would arise once neyys 6 Frah's retyeneforhig| Spread like wildfire. Before this issue could escalate, they immediately released Franklin's medical report on their official website. Please read the original content at NovelDrama.Org.

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Netizens were divided in their opinions and fiercely debated online while the person in question slowly landed at the airport.

As Sylvia walked out of the cabin into the airport hall, she saw Franklin waiting for her at the exit gate amidst all kinds of people coming and going at the airport.

Franklin stood out among them all as if every step he took pierced everyone's hearts like a needle. He held a black suitcase in one hand as he walked towards Sylvia who was captivated by his charm. He looked down at her with his big hands holding hers tightly. "Let's go to our hotel."

Their destination for this flight was Lleilaga where it was still very cold outside when they arrived at their hotel where a black car waited for them outside its doors.

The driver got out respectfully opened up their door before turning on heating inside which made Sylvia feel much warmer than before.

She snuggled up against comfortable seats like a lazy cat lying in Franklin's arms

"I'm feeling hungry," she said softly.

Franklin turned his head towards her. "What do you want to eat?”

“Anything is fine, as long as it fills my stomach," Sylvia said, her red lips parting to speak.

The man's eyebrows relaxed and he looked at her tenderly. "You probably won't like the local specialty dishes here. How about we find an H Rovirsa restaurant?"

When Sylvia heard him mention an H Rovirsa restaurant, she became interested and asked him, "Is it authentic?"

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a red brick building surrounded by some very unique small shops. Sylvia immediately spotted an H Rovirsa-style decorated restaurant.