After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 170

Aldo was about to argue with his mother again.

Biting her lip, Jenna didn’t wish he fight against Mrs. Carson because ofher.

Timidly, she looked at Aldo in reluctance and muttered, "I... I can do itmyself. Miss Andrews is there."

Her voice was low, and she couldn't help stammering.

In Mrs. Carson's eyes, she was a weird coward.

She looked down upon Jenna more. “Jenna, you are indeed sensible.Aldo, you go to entertain Miss Chan. I'll be with Jenna. That's a deal.”With those words, she turned away aggressively.

Holding Jenna's cheeks and feeling sorry for her, Aldo whispered, "Sillygirl."

“I don't want you to argue with your mother," Jenna muttered to explain.She felt upset once thinking that Aldo would stay with another woman,but she knew she couldn't stop him from replaceing a wife.

She battled a smile and prompted, “Let's go. I can't let Miss Andrewkeep waiting for me."

In the suburbia, Aldo and Jenna were taken aback when they saw thetall, sturdy man getting off the Bentley.

Subconsciously, Jenna wanted to hide behind Aldo after recognizing itwas the horrible man.

His strong aura and stern look left a deep impression on her. As soonas seeing him, Jenna couldn't help but fear, not to mention she wasborn timid.

Patting the back of her hand, Aldo said, "Don't be afraid.”

Then he greeted Franklin, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maskelyne."“The pleasure is mine." Franklin nodded at him in response.

Then he reached his hand into the car, which was patted off by Sylvia.“I can get down myself."

Franklin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Once they were not seen by his grandmother, Sylvia turned a coldshoulder to him.

Aldo was baffled, wondering why Franklin appeared with Sylvia.

He recalled Franklin had been married.

More surprisingly, he found Sylvia treated Franklin in a weird way.Aldo didn't know much about Sylvia but could tell she was a polite,calm woman who always distanced herself from others.

However, when she was with Franklin, she was touchy and moody.Moreover, Franklin didn't look impatient.

Sylvia sat before an easel next to a coffee table, on which there weredelicate pastries and a cup of herbal tea.

She didn't look like drawing and painting but more like enjoying herholiday.

Ignoring them, Sylvia greeted Jenna with a smile, "Would you like tohave some pastries?"

"No, thanks, Miss Andrews. You are so kind." Jenna trotted to her,looking up at her. “Miss Andrews, can you draw?"

Sylvia beamed at her. "Yes, I can."

"Whoa! Awesome!" Jenna blushed, suddenly feeling shy. “I'm not goodatit."

"Don't lose faith. If you practice more and draw it wholeheartedly, it'll beyour best artwork,” Sylvia said patiently. She picked up a brush anddipped it in color. "Let's paint the mountains together, shall we?""Sure. Sure." Jenna nodded vigorously, her eyes glimmering with joy.Then she sat in front of her easel and started painting.

Seeing how delighted she was, Aldo praised, "Miss Andrews, I didn'texpect you to be adept at drawing and painting besides playing thepiano."

Jasper replied inwardly, “She has more sides you don't know andalways shocks us. I've gotten used to it."

Curling up his lips into a smile, Franklin arched an eyebrow, looked atAldo, and drawled, "Mr. Carson, if you like such a kind of talentedwoman, I can introduce a few celebrities who are fond of drawing andpainting to you. Oh, some of them are also good at playing the piano.”His eyes were full of desire for possession.

Aldo couldn't replace his tongue.

Rumors had it that Franklin was cold, ruthless, and decisive, but Aldohad never known that he was also fond of being a matchmaker.

He noticed the unconcealed desire for possession in Franklin's eyes,her heart trembling.

“Mr. Maskelyne, does your wife know you want to cheat on her?"However, Aldo dared not to speak it out.

With a wry smile, he chuckled, "Mr. Maskelyne, you must be kidding.I'm not interested in making a girlfriend now. I only wish Jenna's autismcould recover."

His answer pleased Franklin. Nodding, he realized that Aldo wouldn'tbe like Logan and Paul.

However, Franklin was still worried, so he warned Aldo, "You'd betteract as you say."

Aldo was wordless and awkward, realizing Franklin had thought he washis rival in love.

Sylvia found Jenna was talented in painting and drawing.

Jenna drew upon her natural feelings without any techniques. However,her feelings made her artwork spirited and unique.

Sylvia could feel the strong breath of life from her painting, which wasstunning.

With rosy cheeks, Jenna looked at Sylvia. “Miss Andrews, I like yourpainting. It's much better than mine."

“I liked yours." Sylvia smiled at her and put down her brush. Pointing atone part of Jenna's painting, she added, "If you changed the brushingway on these two places, it would be better."

Holding Jenna's hand, she slowly guided her to sketch.

Jenna was excited. Like a sponge, she tried her best to take ineverything Sylvia taught her.

Time passed by.

Sun was setting.

Jenna held her picture with both hands, showing it to Aldo. "Look,Aldo."

Aldo didn't know how to appreciate an artwork, but he could tell shehad made a lot of progress within the afternoon.

Shocked, he darted at Sylvia. Earlier, he had thought she could onlydraw.

Much to his surprise, Sylvia was a master in drawing and painting.Within just an afternoon, Jenna's progress was shocking after Sylviahad helped her.

No wonder it was always said that the best way to learn was to learnfrom the best.

"Good job, Jenna!" Aldo carefully rolled her picture. "I'll get you a frametomorrow. This is your best artwork so far."

"She's gifted in art," Sylvia remarked, putting away her own picture."We bought her books, and she learned to paint herself at home. Shehas no tutor,” Aldo explained, "Miss Andrews, thanks for tutoring her.She has made great progress.”

“I can tell she has learned it herself. That's why I said she was gifted.”Sylvia arched an eyebrow.

Her compliment made Jenna blush more. Staring at Sylvia inadmiration, she asked, "Miss Andrews, could you please give yourpicture to me?"

Jasper asked, "Do you know how much Miss Andrews’ painting costs?"“It's alright, Jasper,” Sylvia interrupted him. She opened her painting,signed, and passed it to Jenna. "It's yours now."

Jenna took it over excitedly. "I'll keep it well. Thank you so much, MissAndrews."

Franklin became jealous, feeling bitter. “You've never given me a singlepiece of your artwork."

All people at the scene could tell how jealous he was.

Aldo was so shocked that his jaw went slack.

He couldn't believe such a childish man was the horrible Mr. Maskelynein rumors.

He sounded like an elementary school student.