After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 437 "What about you?" Jasper sat in the driver's seat curiously. Wasn't Miss Andrews coming tomorrow morning? "Oh, I have other things to do." Sylvia wiped the beads of sweat from her face and threw the paper towel into the car trash can, "Let's go." After the car started, the Henderson Residence was once again quiet.

Luka came out of the house, shaking an old fan.

He suspiciously came to the vegetable garden, saw some weeds piled up in the plastic green garbage can that was not far away, and there were a few fat green bug corpses on top of the weeds.

The vegetables inside the garden were just watered, and the ground was still wet.

That proper amount of water was poured onto the vegetables.

The ground was wet modestly.

The garden was well organized by Sylvia, and she even set up the vines of the beans, and planted a stick next to each bean seedling to make its vines climb up easily.

Luka couldn't help but smile.

It could be seen that this young girl was very preoccupied just now.

He was curious about Sylvia's friend. What kind of "friend" could make this young girl spend so much effort? Early in the next morning, Sylvia was gone.

Franklin was taken by Jasper to Henderson Residence.

Luka heard a knock at the door and looked towards the sound source, only to see an upright man with a handsome face that was unforgettable and a strong aura that made the quiet courtyard seem tense.

He wore a black shirt, black pants, one hand in his pocket, the other hand knocking on the worn doorway. His careless action revealed his nobility.

"Sir, I'm Franklin, your ... patient.” The man's mellow voice rang out.

Luka put down the tea in his hand, his voice light, "Come and sit down." Franklin strode towards the grapevine, and sat down at the small round table.

Luka picked up the teapot, and the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

He lowered his eyes and poured a cup of tea for Franklin, "Have a sip of tea." Franklin stretched out his bony fingers, picked up the cup and took a sip, "Good black tea. It tastes good." "Not bad." Luka's expression remained calm, "Close your eyes." The man sitting upright slowly closed his eyes and heard Luka's voice slowly ringing in his ears, "In your mind, who is the most important?” Gradually, he fell into a darkness ...

The sun was blazing.

With bare feet and her pant legs rolled up, a slim woman stood in a paddy field that submerged her calves. She wore a long white shirt with the front hem tucked to the waist, and her slender legs were wrapped in a pair of black slacks.

On her hands, she wore a pair of thin gloves, and her long hair was tied up high in a bun.

A straw hat was worn on her head.

She had been planting seedlings here since she got up in the morning and had been doing so until almost noon.

Sweat drenched her back, so she stood up and unscrewed her mineral water bottle and drank several sips.

The water in the field overflowed her feet, but she continued planting seedlings as if she did not see it.

The bottom layer of the paddy field was soil that had been turned over two to three times by farmers and then soaked with water, so the water was about 10 centimeters deep. She took a new bundle of seedlings, untied it, and put it into her left hand to start planting.

She moved very quickly, taking a handful of seedlings in her left hand and planting them quickly with her right hand. While planting the seedlings with her right hand, her thumb and middle finger of her left hand quickly split the seedlings at the same time.

She did it quickly and well, sweat sliding down her red cheeks from the heat and finally falling into the paddy.

Sylvia, who was immersed in her work, sensitively sensed someone staring at her.

She raised her head with a frown and looked around, but found that there was no one there.

Could it be that her senses were wrong? She suddenly felt a sting in her leg from something.

She hurried to the edge of the field, only to see a nasty leech hanging on her calf.

The leech was full.

Once it was plucked off, the calf would immediately bleed profusely.

Sylvia was disgusted.

This thing could not be pulled out with force, because the more she pulled, the tighter it sucked her calf.

Once the leech was pulled off, its sucker would remain inside the wound, easily causing infection and ulceration.

"Damn it!" Sylvia simply picked up a slate and was about to gently slap it on top of the leech.

Suddenly, her head was covered with a shadow, and she subconsciously raised her eyes to see Franklin standing high above her.

He squatted down and took a board from nowhere.

He gently slapped it against the leech.

After a few slaps, the leech's sucker loosened and it fell to the ground.

The man threw it into the sun.

Sylvia watched in amazement as his large palms, which usually piloted a plane, pressed her wounds and squeezed out the blood from her wounds.

After squeezing it out, he took out some alcohol to help disinfect her wound.

After disinfection, he took out some ointment to apply some to her wound to stop the bleeding.

He finished doing all these smoothly.

"Does it hurt?" The man's mellow voice sounded above her head. Sylvia responded, "No. Why are you here?" "If I hadn't come, how would | have known that you love me so much. You're even willing to do farm work for me." "If I hadn't come, how would | have known that you were so tired, sweaty and even bitten by leeches?" Franklin looked at her, looking touched. She was a talented and delicate woman.

She was excellent, having the identities as the chairwoman of Longevity Pharmaceuticals, and the beautiful judge of International Piano Competition ...

But she ran here to do farm work in the hot sun for his sake.

She was sweaty, stinking, her face red from tiredness, looking dishevelled.

But in his eyes, she was still so beautiful that made him go crazy.

He could no longer hold back his eagerness but held her tightly in his arms.

"I don't deserve your kindness." "Ahem--" Sylvia was caught off guard and hit the man's hard chest. The man's hands held her so tightly that she could barely breathe.

She couldn't help but cough violently, "Let go... let go of me!" If he continued to do this, she would be suffocated.

Franklin hurriedly let her go. Her excitement was relieved a little bit because of her violent cough.

He looked at Sylvia with a nervous face, and his voice was tinged with a hint of panic, "How are you? Does the wound hurt again?" Sylvia was lost for words