After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities
Chapter 39

Surely, he had tactics of his own such as tricking her.

“You are one to ask? How about you tricking me?" Franklin sat next toher and guessed that she had figured out why she couldn't book a hotelroom downstairs.

He stared at her with confusion. "What's the relationship between youand the Dark? When did you become Amber?"

"What are you doing at underground boxing?" Sylvia didn't answer butasked.

"Don't skip my question. Couldn't I be there to watch?" Franklin crossedhis legs elegantly while holding the glass with his fingers and shakingthe wine slightly, "Sylvia, what exactly are you? Is there anything aboutyou I don't know yet?"

"Franklin, we are divorced. Please stop asking about me. You have noright to make me say it." Sylvia drank it all, put the glass down, andthen stood up.

“I should go to my room."

Sylvia slammed the door of her bedroom.

There was not a single expression on Franklin's face except a frown.Two minutes later, the sound of running water came from her room.She was taking a shower.

And the sound vanished about a dozen minutes later.

But Franklin was getting thirstier and hornier than before.

His feelings for her were deeper than he thought.

He took a deep breath, threw his phone on the couch, and decided totake a shower to calm himself down.

Sylvia then came out after the shower. She rubbed the towel throughher hair and was about to check the kitchen as she felt a bit hungryright now.

All of a sudden, the phone on the couch rang.

She walked over and found out it was Franklin's phone.

The caller ID was Miss Evans.

Sylvia then picked up the phone and knocked on his door. But therewas no answer.

She turned her ear toward the door. He must be showering as thewater was running in there.

So she again threw his phone on the couch and moved on to thekitchen.

There were some eggs, tomatoes, and meat in the fridge, looking fresh.The hotel must just put them in there based on his flight.

He was a picky man and he would cook for himself instead of eatingfood here in Igethi.

But what he cooked was awful. Who knew how he ate them?

It was hilarious to think of a big tall man who was picky about what heate.

Maybe the hotel staff prepared those raw materials because he knewthat what Franklin could cook was all simple stuff.

Sylvia took out the meat and julienned it together with tomatoes andsome other vegetables.

While in the living room of the suite Franklin's phone was ringingnonstop like it was never coming to an end.

Sylvia had no choice but to wash her hands and walk over. The callerID was still Miss Evans.

This woman just wouldn't give up.

Sylvia knocked on his door again with his phone in her hand. And amale voice came from inside, "Come in."

He had finished showering already?

Sylvia didn't think much and pushed the door open. A half-naked manwas rubbing his hair with a towel with another white towel around hiswaist.

Six-pack abs were lined up on his stomach, sexy as hell.

Sylvia's face was burning hot, “Your phone kept ringing. It's annoying.""My hands are wet. Pick it up for me, will you?" Franklin grabbed thattowel, his hair wet and tangled, which added to his handsomeness in awild way.

Sylvia soon turned around and pressed the button, "Hello?"

The girl on the other side of the phone was obviously dumbfounded;she then asked in a soft voice, "Isn't this Franklin's phone?"

"He just got out of the shower. What do you wanna say to him?" Sylviareplied coolly.

"Who are you?" Miss Evans asked again unpleasantly, "Why are youwith Franklin?"

“You just called to ask about this? I guess there's nothing important youwanna say to Mr. Maskelyne. Goodbye." Sylvia hung up.

Then Sylvia threw his phone at him, "Your girl was not happy about mepicking it up for you."

Miss Evans who kept asking really annoyed Sylvia.

Sylvia added before Franklin could say something, "I was going tomake two sets of dinner. But now, I've decided to make just one.”Franklin's phone rang again when Sylvia turned around and left.

She sneered and then walked towards the kitchen.

Franklin picked up the phone with impatience, "Hello?"

Tiffany Evans said innocently the second she heard his voice,"Franklin, who's that woman? She's so mean.”

"That's none of your business. What are you calling me for?" Franklinsaid coldly, deadpan.

Tiffany was astonished at the thought of why would they, a man and awoman, be together in the dead of the night.

She was getting more furious. Was Franklin still married and his wifewent to Igethi, too? Or did he cheat on his wife?

After all, what he owned was not only that stunning face but also hiswealth. Words had it that he had got married.

Tiffany had been wanting to meet Mrs. Maskelyne she had beenhearing about but Franklin wouldn't let her.

She then said in a more aggrieved voice, "I saw the news that yourflight ran into turbulence yesterday. I'm worried about you."

“I'm fine.” Franklin replied with a better attitude, “I gotta go."

"Hey, Franklin! Don't hang up. I haven't finished." Tiffany hurriedly saidhearing he was going to hang up.

"What then?" Franklin was already starving. He didn't have time tochitchat with Tiffany here and just wanted to ask Sylvia for a plate ofspaghetti.

"Franklin, you promised you'll get me the number of Master Keturah.My piano competition is coming. Grandpa would give up on me if I don'twin this time," Tiffany said in her soft and tender voice.

She acted as if she would literally cry if he didn't help her.

Franklin replied, "I know. I'll deal with it when I get back."

Then he hung up and went straight to the kitchen.

Tiffany stared at her phone, gnashing her teeth.

Franklin was very nice to her before. Why did he change so much?He just said to her not long ago that she was the girl he had beenlooking for and he would be there for her.

It had just been days.

What happened to him?

Tiffany felt she was the luckiest girl in the world when Franklin foundher.

No woman in the world could resist the charm of Franklin.

It must be that woman who seduced him.

Tiffany was so angry that she just wanted to smash the phone.

In the kitchen.

Sylvia cooked in an experienced manner. She even looked amazingwhen she cooked spaghetti.

Franklin just stood in front of the kitchen, staring at her who wascooking elegantly in a pink cartoon pajama with a head of long and wethair causally draping down.

He had always enjoyed it to watch her cook.

What she cooked was as luscious as she was.

But after the divorce, this never happened.

He looked at her affectionately with his eyes.

Sylvia turned around and spotted him who was strong and tall. Thenshe blinked and walked out of the kitchen with a plate of spaghetti inher hand like she didn't see him.

The attractive smell of meat triggered Franklin's stomach ache. Helooked at it with his Adam's Apple moving up and down.

"Really? Just one?"

Franklin grabbed her arm.

"Mr. Maskelyne, I'm just your ex-wife." Sylvia laughed and thought, “Goeat what Miss Evans made you."

“There's nothing between us. She was just a play date." Franklinfollowed her outward to the kitchen, "She saved my life once when wewere little."

Franklin never explained anything to anyone. And he had no idea whyhe explained who Tiffany was to Sylvia.

He had become weirder after the divorce.

Sylvia took a bite. It was delicious.

She kept digging in and didn't raise her head, "Well, a lifesaver.”

"She just asked me for a favor. I couldn't say no, you know, she savedmy life," Franklin explained again. What was wrong with him? He madea second explanation in ten minutes.

“That's why you couldn't wait to divorce me. Turns out there issomeone else." Sylvia took a glance at Franklin with a complicatedsmile.

Her rosy lips were greasy, looking enchanting.

Franklin got thirsty in his throat so he took a deep breath.

“No one. There's no one!"

"How old do you think I am?" Sylvia sneered. Men were all the same,and they always wanted the next one. Maybe for Franklin, it was time tomake a change.

For instance, someone sweet like Miss Evans.

She was nice.

"She was just a playdate.” Franklin frowned, eyeing Sylvia, "Are youjealous?"

"No way." Sylvia acted like she didn't know what he was talking about.She stretched herself, put away the plate, and washed it.

Looking at the spotless kitchen, Franklin felt very hungry. “I'm starving.”"Well." Sylvia nodded. It was none of her business.

“You used me at the airport,” Franklin added.

Sylvia turned around and stared at him peacefully, “I've already agreedon staying here."

“I didn't eat lunch today." Franklin pressed on his poor stomach.Sylvia knew how picky this man could be. So, the problem with hisstomach had never gone.