After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 197

"Boss, I lost to Franklin in a fight for you, so I have come home. You should stay with him since there's

a virus inside you. Is he amazing in bed?"

Reading Logan's message, Sylvia frowned and replied, "Stop talking nonsense."

It was two in the morning already.

Logan had fallen asleep.

Sylvia was thinking about why Franklin didn't get to the bottom of it.

She waited for a while and found that he hadn't come back to the bedroom.

Forget about him! She was tired and slowly fell asleep.

In the kitchen, Franklin was following the online video instruction and taking out the ginger and milk

from the fridge.

"Crush the ginger and heat the milk."

He turned on the stove and heated the milk.

Ten minutes later, he turned off the stove and the ginger milk was made.

Sylvia was sleeping when she heard his deep voice, "Sweetie, wake up. Have some milk."

She slowly opened her eyes and smelled ginger.

Ginger?

Raising her eyes, she saw Franklin bending over with a glass of milk.

He was wearing a woman's apron but still looked handsome and charming.

"You made ginger milk?" she sat up and took the milk.

She took a sip. It was sweet. Why was it so sweet? She could hardly taste the ginger.

"I didn't put much ginger in it. I didn't know if you liked it." Franklin smiled and asked, "What do you

think?"

"It's sweet."

It was too sweet for her.

But she wasn't an ungrateful person.

Franklin was willing to make her ginger milk just so she could feel a bit warmer in her stomach.

She drank it up. "Thank you."

She did feel warmer in her stomach.

"You are my wife. This is what I should do," Franklin's calm voice said.

However, Sylvia simply closed her eyes. She had been numb to these words of his and tired of arguing.

She was his ex-wife. They had divorced.

But she didn't bother to argue with him since she didn't feel well.

The next day, Sylvia woke up as soon as the sky turned bright and found that Franklin was not in the

room.

She washed up and changed her menstrual pad, feeling refreshed.

Last night, after falling asleep, she seemed to feel a warm hand rubbing her belly to keep it warm for

her. Maybe it was her illusion.

Would Franklin be that thoughtful? Sylvia frowned at this thought.

They had been married for four years, during which he never came to the Townyer Villa when she was

in her period. He only came to stay for one night or two after her period was gone.

Therefore, he never knew she would feel uncomfortable during her period.

Last night, Franklin had been feeling guilty because of it.

He had been a terrible husband.

After Sylvia went downstairs, she saw breakfast on the table.

Rock, the butler, was bringing out the dishes from the kitchen.

"Mrs. Maskelyne, you are up."

"Good morning." Sylvia smiled at him.

She was about to make breakfast herself. It seemed that she didn't have to.

"Master Franklin hired a chef from Royal Galaxy to make breakfast for you. The breakfast is ready,"

Rock said after bringing out the last dish.

Franklin walked out of the kitchen with a glass of milk.

What was going on? He didn't ask her to make him breakfast?

It seemed that Franklin had read her mind and known her confusion. He smiled and looked at her.

She looked much better than yesterday. At least his work all night last night wasn't in vain.

Her hair had been tied into a ponytail, revealing her forehead. She was wearing a white hoodie and a

pair of black jeans, looking energetic.

Her face was so fair and delicate.

Even though she was dressed casually, she looked pretty.

"You weren't feeling well, so I ordered a chef over," Franklin said, pointing at the chair next to him,

"Come."

Sylvia was stunned. She didn't expect he would be so gentle one day.

He washed the bedsheet, made her milk, and ordered a chef to cook her breakfast.

She was moved.

She walked over and sat down next to him, "Can you eat these?"

Franklin smiled, "Of course."

He added, "If you feed me."

"You just said I'm not feeling well but you want me to serve you food?" Sylvia was out of words.

She no longer felt moved.

Rock said in a pitiful tone, "Mrs. Maskelyne, it's the only way Master Franklin could eat. He really can't

live without you. Please do not say no to Master Franklin again!"

He said it as if Franklin would live a very miserable life without her.

He was trying to make her feel sorry for Franklin.

But Sylvia had never felt this way about him.

Therefore, she refused without thinking, "No."

Franklin's face turned gloomy as he stared at her.

Just as Sylvia picked up a dumpling and was about to eat it, she saw Franklin frowning and putting his

hand on his stomach, "It hurts..."

Rock seldom came over here, he usually worked in Maskelyne Residence. Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Receiving the hint from Franklin, he hurriedly said, "Master Franklin! Are you having a stomachache

again? Shall we go to the hospital?"

While he said it, he looked over at Sylvia, "Mrs. Maskelyne, you are really just going to watch Master

Franklin suffer?"

Sylvia was rendered speechless by their show.

She didn't know what to say.

Fine! But it was all because Franklin had been nice to her last night.

She picked up a dumpling and put it on his plate.

Then, she heard Franklin say, "Sweetie, this is not feeding..."

Sylvia glanced at him and frowned. She picked another dumpling and put it in front of his mouth. "Eat

it!"

Franklin looked at her and thought she did have a bad temper.