After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 84

At the lunch break, Jasper took the takeout containers from the staff canteen and sent them to Franklin.

Just then, there was a knock at the door.

Franklin thought it was Jasper and said with an undertone, "Come in."

Then he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes and a coquettish voice, "Franklin..."

Tiffany!

Franklin raised his eyes and looked coldly at Tiffany.

She wore an off-the-shoulder dress and looked very sexy.

"What are you doing here?"

"Franklin, I was wrong. Please forgive me." Tiffany's eyes turned red when she heard his cold voice.

She went to the large office desk and said in an imploring voice, "Franklin, given we are childhood playmates, could you give me one more chance?"

She rubbed her eyes as she spoke, tears trickling down her cheeks, "I was so pissed off yesterday that I did so humiliating a thing. Now, I am a laughingstock among the celebs and even banned by the fashion industry."

"If I lose you, Franklin, I have no reason to live." Tiffany begged him with a pitiful look. "When we were little, we had an innocent friendship. We are grown-ups not, but you wanna abandon me, Franklin?"

Tiffany's sobs echoed in his ear.

Franklin seemed to see the little girl who looked like an angel in his childhood again.

He frowned, "You let me down."

"Franklin, I promise that I will never do that again. You know me well, don't you? I was just so angry yesterday, especially when you were protective of Sylvia. I'm jealous of her."

Tiffany cried more bitterly.

Sensing Franklin was softened, she went over to him, grabbed his arm and rubbed it against her body as if inadvertently.

She was trying to seduce him.

She stared at his handsome face. "You said several times that you would divorce. But you haven't done it yet. I know you are excellent, and many women want to be with you. So, when Sylvia attracted your attention, I was so worried and jealous of her. Please forgive me. I just like you so much!"

From the very beginning, she didn't disguise her love for Franklin.

However, Franklin never got close to her, kissed her, or even held her hand, not to mention any sexual intercourse.

Disgust filled Franklin's eyes. Obviously, He hated to be touched by Tiffany.

If it wasn't for the fact that she saved his life when he was little, he would have thrown her out.

Franklin pulled out his arm, controlling his annoyance.

He said coldly, "I used to have some special feelings for you because you left a good impression on me when we were children. But, Tiffany, you really let me down. My good impression on you and my feelings for you all vanished. I never said I would marry you or be with you. It's not because of you that I want a divorce. Please figure this out. Don't misunderstand me."

"What... What did you say?" Tiffany stared at his cold face in disbelief. "No, I haven't misunderstood you. You have never been so close to any other woman. You eat with me and even give me flowers."

"The reason I will take you to see Master Keturah is that I owe you. I can help you fulfill some wishes, but it is impossible for me to love or marry you!" Franklin's face was cold. His handsomeness and aloofness sent a chill to Tiffany's heart.

Tears gushed out of her eyes.

Why did such a bad things happen to her?

On the same day, SouthStar Airlines issued a new regulation that non-employees were not allowed to enter the president's office.

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Four o'clock in the afternoon.

Radisson Royal Restaurant.

It was located in a very quiet area in the city center.

It was the most popular place for plutocrats in Larro to enjoy afternoon tea.

Almost all rich and powerful people were proud to have tea at Radisson Royal Restaurant.

If Tiffany was not with Franklin, she would never be qualified to enter this legendary teahouse.

They walked slowly into the teahouse together.

The waiters and waitresses at the entrance of the teahouse greeted them respectfully and decently, opening the door for them.

After stepping into the teahouse, Tiffany was attracted by its classical decoration style and she felt like travelling to the past.

Familiar people could be seen everywhere in the teahouse, and most seats were occupied.

The waitresses, dressed in traditional dresses, gracefully bent to Franklin and Tiffany and said gently and politely, "Would you like to drink tea?"

"We have an appointment at room number one," Franklin spoke indifferently.