After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

In Poppy's hospital room, James opened the thermos box Sylvia had brought.

"Smells good. Sylvia, you're a good cook.” After one night, Poppy's mood had improved.

She looked at Sylvia with slightly raised eyes, her eyelashes fluttering in the light, "Sylvia, thank you ..." Sylvia looked at her haggard face, tried to curl the corners of her mouth, and wrote in distress, "Hurry up and eat the noodles, or they won't taste good." "Okay." Poppy nodded and began to eat the noodles.

In Franklin's hospital room.

Franklin was woken up by the familiar smell of noodles. It was the noodles ... made by Sylvia. It smelled so good.

He instantly turned so hungry.

Seeing him wake up, before Jasper could speak, Darcie ran to the hospital bed said with an attentive face, "Mr. Maskelyne, | brought you breakfast. You try it?" Franklin's eyes fell on Darcie's face, and he looked cold. "Who are you? Why are you in my room?" Darcie was shocked and said in an injured tone, "Mr. Maskelyne, | am Darcie ... we have been colleagues together for several years. | am a flight attendant ... " Why couldn't he remember her? Why couldn't he recognize her? She was so sad that her eyes were red rimmed.

Tears almost fell out, but she held them back.

"Mr. Maskelyne, do you want to eat noodles?" Jasper opened the thermos box.

Franklin smelled it, and although he did not see the person he was expecting to see, the noodles were extremely to his liking.

He directly picked up the fork and began to eat.

And he also drank up the noodle soup inside.

The noodles were not special, but he enjoyed eating them very much.

"What's so good about the noodles? Can it be as nutritious as the breakfast | brought?" Darcie said with a jealous face.

"Get lost!" Franklin put the box on the bed table and didn't even look at Darcie.

"You know what? I'm about to marry you, and our parents are about to arrange a marriage for us. How can you tell me to get lost?" Darcie couldn't help but shout out, "I know, you and Sylvia are divorced, You should stop thinking about her!" Her heart was bitter, and her fingers were crossed together.

"Miss Hart, please." Jasper made a polite gesture.

Darcie gritted her teeth with an embarrassed face, opened the door of the room and walked out.

The hallway seemed to be quiet. Some patients and their family members were walking.

Darcie had just left the ward when she met Sylvia who was walking towards the elevator at the same time.

Sylvia's phone rang just as she entered the elevator.

Only after seeing the familiar caller ID on the screen, her fingers curled a little.

"Hello." Franklin's quiet voice rang out from the other end of the phone, "Why don't you come to visit me after cooking the noodles for me?" Sylvia's heart skipped a beat and she glanced at the thermos box she was carrying. "Franklin, what are you talking about?" Darcie, who had stepped into the elevator, jerked her eyes up to Sylvia, and clutched the bag in her hand.

Franklin Just couldn't wait to call this bitch! "Honey, don't you try to lie to me." Franklin's voice was low. "As soon as | smelled the fragrance of the noodles, | knew it must be you who made it. Only the food you make will make me have an appetite.” Sylvia didn't know what to say.

Even if she didn't show up, this man actually thought she made it just by the smell of the noodles ... She really didn't know what to say.

Before she could say anything, she heard the man say again, "It's the same for my body. | can only be turned on by you. Honey, | can't stop feeling something for you. Now that the whole world knows you're my wife. You brought noodles but didn't come to visit me. You wicked girl!" There seemed to some repressed emotion in Franklin's tone of voice.

Sylvia was slightly stunned. She didn't even notice that a woman in the same elevator was staring at her with vicious eyes.

"You wicked girl?" Was he trying to flirt with her? She couldn't help but have goose bumps and stepped out of the elevator.

"Honey, | want to eat your bread for lunch.” When she heard Franklin's words, Sylvia felt her chest stuffy.

When she wanted to refuse, she heard Franklin's voice ring out again with a sneer.

"If you don't deliver your bread, I'll starve to death! | won't eat anything until you come." Sylvia was speechless.

Why was he so childish? At ten o'clock, Sylvia still made the bread.

And she also cooked the soup and some dishes.

After everything was done, she went straight to the hospital.

She carried the thermos box and went straight to Franklin's hospital room.

When she knocked on the door, she was somehow nervous.

The man's low, husky voice came from inside. "Come in." She then pushed open the door. Only Franklin was alone in the ward, and Jasper was not there.

"The bread is ready. You can eat it." She said with a cool expression.

Franklin, dressed in a hospital gown, was sitting on a hospital bed with a pillow behind him.

But he still exuded a strong vibe. His hands were wrapped in gauze, which didn't look very seriously injured.

Sylvia walked over and put the lunch box on the bedside table next to the hospital bed. The man's deep, dark eyes were staring at her silently, not missing any of her movements.

The atmosphere was tense.

Sylvia raised her eyebrows, a trace of dissatisfaction flashing across her pretty eyes, "Why look at me like I'm the prisoner?" "You were ... not afraid that | hurt you yesterday?" Franklin pursed his lips. Jasper had told him everything that happened yesterday.

He was emotionally out of control, and his sanity was completely lost.

He couldn't control himself at all.

But Sylvia was able to save the day and stabilize Maskelyne Group and SouthStar Airlines.

Just thinking about that image made he excited.

She even beat up Kaitlin? That woman had always been conceited and thought herself unbeatable because she learned some martial arts.

Then ... Sylvia taught her a lesson.

Tyrell and Kaitlin, this couple, were simply inhumane.

They could even hurt their own children.

"Franklin, don't talk so much nonsense. Hurry up and eat." Sylvia somehow did not dare to look at him. "I have to go and deliver food to Poppy.” She was about to turn around and leave when Franklin's large palm steeply tugged at her wrist.

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