After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

But Franklin seemed keen to deal with those troublemakers around her.

She felt the warmth inside at the thought. It was weird but it rather made sense.

In the kitchen of the restaurant, Gage Klein cooked the dishes ordered by Sylvia himself. After he finished, they were promptly served.

"Chef Klein, Miss Andrews is here. Don't you want to go see her?" a cook said teasingly.

With an innocent look on his face, Gage laughed and said, "Sibbie came with so many people. The last time when | said hi to her, she didn't even have time to speak to me. | would be hurt if she ignored me again.” "You look cute and you are a great cook. Miss Andrews would be more than happy to see you! Why will she ignore you?" another cook said.

Gage smiled foolishly, looking innocent and innocuous. It formed a sharp contrast to his tall figure.

Those waitresses who came in to carry the dishes blushed as they saw his lovely smile and muscular body.

Gage sneaked toward the kitchen door and poked his head out to watch the dining area.

After glancing around, he spotted the table at which Sylvia was eating.

But the smile on his face soon froze and then disappeared the moment he saw the man near her.

That man again! Miss Andrews had come here with that man last time.

The man looked fierce and domineering. He must be hard-core.

Gage squinted his blue eye, with anger boiling inside.

He was holding a coffee and stirring it, but his hand then started to shake, and then the coffee spilled all over the floor.

"Chef, are you all right?" A waitress was afraid that he would get burnt.

"I'm fine," answered Gage coldly.

He looked completely different from the agreeable and lovely man he had been.

The waitress froze for a second and looked up at him, only to meet the man's icy eyes on his cold face.

Terrified, she couldn't help but take a few steps back. Was that the chef she had known? Wasn't he a likable and innocent man? How was it possible for him to put on such a creepy expression? She rubbed her eyes and looked again, then she found he looked as cute as before.

As she walked out of the kitchen, she thought she might see it wrong! Gage took a deep breath, thinking he had to take action and stop being so passive.

He had been waiting for that woman for so many years, so how could he just do nothing and let that man get his way? Logan, who was clingy to Sylvia, was annoying enough.

So was that intimidating man.

Gage was frustrated being caught between two competitive love rivals.

Half an hour later, they had finally finished the dinner and were about to leave.

Suddenly, Gage dashed out. He was tall, so he bent over as he stood in front of Sylvia so that she would not have to raise her head.

The man stared at Sylvia with a tinge of eagerness in his blue eyes. "Sibbie." "What's up?" Sylvia patted the man's head as if he had been a fluffy golden retriever.

"I... | want to go to an amusement park on weekend. All those other kids have been to one except me. | have never been to an amusement park," Gage stammered nervously, "Would you... come with me?" Sylvia smiled and said to Gage as if he had been her younger brother, "Sure! | won't be busy this weekend. So, | will come to pick you up." "Re-really?" Gage was so excited that he stammered more.

Sylvia touched the tip of his nose, oblivious to another man's darkened handsome face.

"Of course.” "That's so great!" Thrilled, he held her up and started spinning in the restaurant.

Sylvia couldn't help but laugh. "Ah, put me down! | feel dizzy." Franklin gritted his teeth, thinking the chef was so shameless. To win Sylvia's favor, the chef acted cute on purpose.

Why all of his love rivals were so competitive? He raised his hand and prized Gage's big hands off Sylvia, and with a naturally menacing look, he said coldly, "Can't you see she's dizzy?" Gage gave Sylvia a pitiable look. The strapping, blue-eyed, blonde-haired man pouted like a three-year-old boy and even started to whimper.

"Sibbie, he's mean. He yelled at me." Sylvia couldn't help but laugh as she patted Gage's pretty face. "He didn't mean to do it. He is a bad-tempered man. Just ignore him." With that, she glared at Franklin. "Gage is just a child. I've told you he's very nice, but he only has the IQ of a four-year-old boy.

How can you be so mean to a kid?" Franklin licked his teeth and said, "But he has an adult body." Any male who tried to steal his woman from him, regardless of his age, was a villain to him.

"Take your hands off!" Gage reluctantly let go of Sylvia, looking wary of Franklin. "This is Sibbie's favorite game! You know nothing." Franklin found it extremely unpleasant to hear him saying Sibbie over and over again.

He was so furious that he started to smile. "Sibbie only likes to play another game with me now. You want to know what it is?" Sylvia stood upright. She had an intuition that that man was not going to utter anything pleasant.

But it was too late as Gate asked curiously, "What game? It can't be funnier than this, can it?" Atrace of evilness flashed across the face of the sophisticated man.

Sylvia pressed her ruddy lips together and said in a sharp voice, "Shut up! Franklin Maskelyne." But that was too late.

"It's not for children. You are too young to understand," said the man in a sexy voice.

Franklin rubbed his manly chin with his slender fingers, and continued smilingly, "You will get addicted once you play it." With that, he gave Sylvia a suggestive look.

It was not for children and was addictive.

Sylvia flushed. That rogue! She couldn't bear it and attempted to squeeze the tender flesh around his waist. "Shut up! Know when to hold your tongue!" But damn it, she was frustrated to find that the man's waist was solid and hard! She couldn't squeeze it at all! Franklin then seized the chance and grabbed her hand, placed it around his lips, and kissed it softly. He shot a provocative look at Gage who was angry, and then he said, "Sweetie, you are trying to show your love for me by pinching my waist, aren't you? | know I'm the most important person to you." Sylvia was lost for words. How could this man be so thick-skinned?