After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Yesterday, Jenna ate up the dishes she cooked for her, so she didn't let the servant cook today.

Mrs. Wright held the tray and looked at her carefully prepared breakfast, in a light mood.

She had always dreamed of having a daughter, but back then, her husband and she didn't have enough money to raise two children.

And now, with Jenna's arrival here, she felt as if she was given a daughter she never had.

The room Jenna was staying in was decorated by her alone and she bought everything in pink.

She knocked on the door and it was quiet inside as usual.

How poor the girl was! She couldn't speak.

Mrs. Wright gently pushed open the door of the room...

With a clang, the tray fell to the ground, and the food spilled all over the ground.

"Ah! What are you doing?" She screamed so loud that everyone in the house could hear her.

"Brayden! You brat! What did you do?" Hearing the noise, Brayden frowned and slowly opened his eyes, stretched out his left hand, and rubbed his aching head.

He looked at Mrs. Wright, who was standing before him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face.

After a while, he recalled everything from last night.

It seemed that he bumped into the door, hit his head, and passed out.

Despite his aching head, he was about to sit up, when he found that there seemed to be something soft under his right palm.

He looked over and widened his eyes.

His right palm was on Jenna's breast! He sat up immediately.

"Mom, it's not what you think... I can explain it!" "Brayden, you had better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise..." Mrs. Wright slapped Brayden on the head.

She hit him right where he had been hit last night and Brayden could not help but cry out, "It hurts!" Just then, Jenna, lying on the ground, slowly opened her eyes. The loose pink pajamas were on her slender body. She looked like the Sleeping Beauty who had just woken up.

She looked at Brayden and Mrs. Wright and asked in confusion, tilting her head, "Why are you... in my room?" Brayden looked down and saw her tilting her head with a confused look on her face, his heart beating fast. She looked adorable! He could not help but swallow, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. She was so lovely even with the scabs on her face. How he wanted to pinch her lovely face! "You can talk?" Mrs. Wright widened her eyes and she was so surprised that she almost shed tears. She hugged Jenna and said, "Girl, you are finally willing to talk? | thought that you..." Mrs. Wright's hug was so warm.

Jenna had never felt such warmth from any elders other than her mother when she was a child. She couldn't help but blush. "I...

| She was too nervous to finish a sentence.

Mrs. Wright seemed to have understood that Jenna was nervous. She smiled and let go of the latter. "The food has spilled. | will make a new breakfast for you. Will you go wash up before coming downstairs to eat, girl?" Jenna nodded again and saw Mrs. Wright smiling brighter. Before leaving, Mrs. Wright grabbed Brayden's ear, and said to him in a stern voice, "Come out with me!" She looked completely different than just now.

Brayden pouted, aggrieved.

After washing up, Jenna wore her pink pajamas again. She hesitated for a while before she got up her courage to step out of the room.

Her original clothes were gone and she didn't know who else would be downstairs. She didn't know if wearing pajamas was appropriate.

When she opened the door of the room, Brayden stood at the door and smiled at her. Jenna seemed to see shyness on his face, but why was he shy? "My mom has bought a lot of new clothes in the wardrobe for you." With that, he turned around and left.

Did he wait here just to tell her this? Jenna bit her lip, went back to the room to open the wardrobe, and saw clothes on the inside which were in different styles but all pink. She could tell that the clothes were all expensive.

The lady seemed to love pink very much.

She picked a pink dress with flower patterns on it, and then looked at the pink room in which everything was pink, even the socks she was wearing.

She suddenly had a guess. Did that lady decorate the room? Although she found the overall pink tone in the room strange, she somehow felt warm inside.

Brayden was wearing blush as he walked downstairs. He was too embarrassed to look at Jenna now and he could still remember the soft touch of her breast.

Although he had explained to his mother, Mrs. Wright looked at him with undisguised disdain.

"I'm telling you, if you dare to hurt her, | will kill you!" Mrs. Wright warned him as she cooked breakfast.

"Mom, | have told you! It was all a misunderstanding!" Brayden pouted.

Mrs. Wright glared at him. "Why are you standing there? Come and take the egg out!" Brayden picked up the plate of fried eggs while looking depressed and walked out. As soon as he turned around, he heard Mrs.

Wright say, "Why can't you bring the milk out along?" Why was his mother so rude to him? As soon as he turned around, he saw Jenna walking downstairs.

She wore a pink dress, framing her figure. Although she was slender, she had a body curve.

Brayden, who had just been scolded by Mrs. Wright, blushed again because he couldn't help but look at her breasts again.

He almost couldn't hold the plate.

Jenna looked at him curiously. His face was so red! Last night, she passed out as soon as he hit the door and then hit her.

But she was too embarrassed to mention it.