After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 99

Sylvia checked the time and found it was only six o'clock, feeling irritated.

Whenever she didn't get enough sleep, she became short-tempered and violent.

After washing her face, she found her dress had been torn into pieces.

Then she found Franklin's shirt in the closet and put on his slacks.

Sylvia picked up her handbag and left the villa.

She walked for five minutes and left the area, but she didn't see a cab on the way.

Annoyed, she heard her phone vibrate, wondering if Franklin was calling.

Sylvia swiped to answer.

"Damn you, woman! Where have you gone?"

The familiar, cold voice from the other end of the line told her how unhappy he was.

"What do you want?" Sylvia asked more rudely.

Franklin held some fresh seafood bought from the wet market and pinched the phone, looking sullen.

He got up and drove to the pier to get the seafood out of kindness. However, Sylvia vanished.

He felt terrible when he stepped into the villa and found she was gone.

Franklin panicked, wondering if she had disappeared again and which man would win her favor.

Therefore, he immediately called her.

"Where have you gone?"

"I'm going home."

Sylvia's voice made his mood better. "Home? Your home is here."

Franklin put the seafood into the kitchen, strode to the living room, grabbed the car key, and left the house. "I'll take you back."

Sylvia was about to refuse, but he ended the call overbearingly.

She put away her phone and kept moving, hoping to hail a taxi before he found her.

However, the neighborhood was full of villas, and few cabs would bypass here.

From the distance, she saw Franklin's car roar toward her. After a loud creak, it was pulled over next to her.

Pressing his thin lips together, Franklin pushed the door open, seized her wrist, and pressed her into the car.

Sylvia could tell he was in a bad mood.

"Why didn't you wait for me at home?"

When his gaze fell on her, he started looking at her up and down.

Sylvia looked slightly different today.

The black shirt on her looked familiar and seemed to be his.

The beige slacks were his, too.

His oversized shirt wrapped her body, making her waist slenderer.

Franklin wished to drive her home and make love to her.

Even though she put on his clothes, she looked gorgeous.

Thinking that his clothes were on her body, Franklin was turned on excitedly.

Gazing at her, he asked, "Have you ever put on any other man's clothes?"

Sylvia looked at him in confusion. "Are you nuts? Why would I do it?"

Franklin took it as a negative answer, his mood getting much better.

He turned to gaze at her, thinking she had only worn his clothes. It was intimate and exciting.

Sylvia didn't know why he suddenly was angry or how his mood had become better.

After they divorced, he became moody.

"I want to have breakfast," Franklin pressed her into the car while explaining, "So I went out to buy some ingredients."

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. "Why did you run away?"

"You woke me up. Why should I stay there?" Sylvia said crossly while sitting in the passenger's seat.

She felt heated as she didn't sleep well.

In the past, before they divorced, Franklin had always tiptoed when going to work, avoiding waking her up.

Franklin started the engine and sped it up. In a blink, they returned to Townyer Villa.

Sylvia felt hungry. Since Franklin bought the ingredients, she didn't mind making breakfast personally.

Nothing was more comfortable than going to bed after eating.

Therefore, she didn't resist him.

They returned to the house.

Sylvia gaped once she stepped into the living room.

Several crabs were crawling on the floor.

Noticing the humans, they raised their claws.

"Why are you standing here?" Franklin strode to her after seeing her stop at the door.

"Why didn't you put them into the sink?" Sylvia watched the crabs, feeling a migraine.

"I'll let you go now." Franklin pinched her waist and carried her into the kitchen.

In fact, he was also hungry.

Sylvia reached out her hands to untie the apron. Then she wore it before cooking the seafood.

Franklin didn't go to the living room or watch TV. He stayed in the kitchen, occasionally helping her.

His ever-so-cold eyes were full of tenderness, and he couldn't take his eyes off her at all.

It seemed the man of status suddenly became down-to-the-earth.

Noon.

Sylvia finished cooking the seafood.

Every dish smelt nice, arousing Franklin's appetite.

Suddenly, the house door was pushed open from the outside.

Rock entered. Soon, he smelt the food fragrance.

When he saw Sylvia in the dining room, he wondered if he had entered the wrong house.

"Mrs. Maskelyne? Did you move back?"

Since Franklin divorced, he returned to his hometown for a break.

Now he returned but saw Sylvia.

In excitement, he put down his luggage. "Mrs. Maskelyne, have you reconciled with Master Franklin? Did you remarry?"

Sylvia darted at Franklin, blaming him inwardly.

"Franklin has stomach issues, so he insisted on asking me to cook for him."

"Master Franklin, I'm afraid you cannot find another girl so good as Mrs. Maskelyne. She's charming and good at cooking." Rock strode to sit at the table. "Mrs. Maskelyne, can you stay here from now on?"

Sylvia answered, "I have something urgent to deal with, so I'll leave after lunch."

She couldn't do anything to those who treated her well.

Rock was too lovely for her, and she could hardly turn him down.

Franklin watched her without blinking, his gaze irritating her.

Although the seafood dishes were delicious, Sylvia lost her appetite.

Franklin, however, enjoyed the food immensely.

Sylvia rolled her eyes, picked up her handbag, and stood up. "I gotta go now."

Franklin suddenly asked, "Do you know you have a lot of clothes in the closet?"