After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia's reason told her that Otto was her biological father. No matter what Otto did, she couldn't beat him herself.

She could beat anyone else who did bad things to her grandma.

But Otto was her biological father.

Even so, Sylvia knew she could ruin him.

The Bentley was moving on the highway.

Franklin looked sideways at Sylvia, who was sitting beside him in deep thought.

"It's late. Just come back with me to Townyer Villa. Your friends in Pearlhall Villa should be asleep, so your return will wake them up." "You have never been so considerate to Logan's people. It's particularly ridiculous for you to say so." Sylvia raised an eyebrow.

Franklin did do whatever it took to take her back.

It was shameless of him to say this.

He would never be considerate.

Franklin was not angry with what Sylvia said.

With a smile, he said, "Of course, you can refuse me." Sylvia looked at him and felt he was still the man he used to be when they got married.

After they divorced, Franklin became irritable.

But now, he was not angry at all.

How strange! Jasper knew the reason.

It was obvious that Franklin was in a good mood, which he often was before he divorced Sylvia.

During their marriage, all the employees of the company thought Franklin was easygoing.

But after the divorce, he became irritable. Therefore, Jasper knew Franklin's mood swings completely depended on Sylvia.

Franklin spent a long time with Sylvia and he enjoyed the talk with Kira.

As a result, he was in a good mood tonight.

Unfortunately, this was temporary.

Once Sylvia gave him the cold shoulder, he would throw a hit.

Therefore, Jasper concluded that Sylvia was the key to the change of Franklin's mood, which Franklin didn't realize at all.

Although it was hard to guess what Franklin was thinking, Jasper knew he always gave top priority to Sylvia! The car soon arrived at Townyer Villa.

Sylvia got out of the car without saying anything.

She was a little surprised at Franklin's patience with Kira and his coldness to the Andrews family.

As Otto's daughter, Sylvia couldn't go too far before the others.

But Franklin taught Otto a lesson for her.

Sylvia was grateful to him.

After Sylvia entered the villa, she would naturally sleep in the guest room.

Suddenly a strange sound came from the belly of Franklin.

Sylvia raised an eyebrow. "I didn't expect your belly to rumble when you are hungry." Franklin said with a shrug. "I'm a human, not a demon." Then he narrowed his sharp eyes and said in a low but seductive voice, "Trick or treat? It's up to you." Sylvia pursed her lips and flushed. "Well, | can cook for you." Franklin chuckled and said in a husky voice, "It seems you are very worried about me. What a good wife you are! And | will be nice to you in the future.” Sylvia was lost for words.

She didn't mean that at all. This man always misinterpreted her deliberately.

Sylvia entered the kitchen.

She began to cook.

The refrigerator was filled with all kinds of ingredients as if specially prepared for Sylvia.

Sylvia took some shiitake mushrooms and a little chicken breast.

Besides, she also made a sandwich.

Although what she made was simple, they looked very delicious.

She stood in the dining room, looking at Franklin, who was sitting on the couch and holding a thin laptop.

He was absorbed in work with sharp eyes.

Sylvia was about to call Franklin for dinner when he looked away from the laptop's screen to Sylvia.

And then he looked her in the eyes.

Franklin's eyes were as deep as a dark pool, with something strange flashing in them.

Sitting in the warm light, Franklin had his handsome face covered with a soft glow, which made him look soft.

Even his eyes seemed to have softened.

Sylvia was stunned as her heart began to beat faster.

Looking her in the eyes for a few seconds, Franklin turned his head back and put down the laptop in his hand. "Honey, is the meal ready?" "Yes." Sylvia took a deep breath, touched her cheeks which were a bit hot, turned around, and went into the kitchen to get the forks.

Then they sat at the table.

Something strange was pervading the air.

Sylvia's heartbeat was inexplicably a little faster.

The air was also filled with the smell of the meal, which made Sylvia swallow.

Franklin almost fixed his eyes on her after they sat at the table.

Sylvia was a little embarrassed. Before she was to say something, Franklin said, "Sweetie, thank you. Your cooking is so amazing." Sylvia rolled her eyes at him. "Cut the crap and eat." Franklin smiled and then began to enjoy the meal.

His eyes were not as oppressive as before. Instead, they were extremely soft when he looked at Sylvia. "Sweetie, you like to do charity, right?" Sylvia had been immune to being called so after the divorce.

She had asked him not to call her that, but Franklin didn't. Thus, she was insensitive to it now.

"Yes," Sylvia said calmly.

Franklin lowered his eyes. Sylvia donated the money he gave her to build schools in the name of the Maskelyne Group, which made him shocked.

Apart from the shock, Franklin also thought Sylvia was admirable.

Not everyone in this world was able to keep calm in the face of a hundred and ten million, let alone donate it without any hesitation.

But Sylvia did it.

Franklin did appreciate it.

After the meal, Franklin was full and felt very comfortable.

Unfortunately, Sylvia insisted on sleeping in the guest room.