After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 123

When Sylvia reached out her hand, suddenly, Franklin hissed.

Blood oozed from a wound on his hand, dripping to the chopping board.

Subconsciously, Sylvia seized his hand and said to Jasper, "Mr. Howlett, please get the first-aid kit. Thanks."

Jasper was shocked. He trotted to look for the first-aid kit immediately.

When he turned around, he saw Sylvia dragging Franklin out of the kitchen and walking toward him.

Jasper hurriedly opened the first-aid kid and found the bandaid.

Sylvia shook her head. "I need some iodine and gauze. His wound is too big."

Jasper found them for her.

Sylvia sterilized Franklin's hand.

Jasper looked over and saw an inch-long wound. It looked deep as well.

'Mr. Maskelyne, why are you so ruthless to yourself? It's your own hand, isn't it?'

"Think your fingers are beef?" Sylvia snapped while bandaging his wound. "Avoid water."

Then she stood up sternly and glared at Franklin.

No matter how elegant he looked when cutting, he was good for nothing in the kitchen.

Franklin only sat on the sofa in silence. Gazing at her, he dared not blink like she would run away if he did so.

Sylvia disliked this kind of feeling. She felt like prey targeted by a hunter and had nowhere to run.

In silence, she turned around and entered the kitchen. Then she closed the door.

While she turned around, she missed the smile blossoming on Franklin's face.

Jasper watched them and didn't utter a sound.

'Mr. Maskelyne, you're severely injured. How can you be in such a good mood? Are you a fool?'

Suddenly, Jasper was enlightened.

'Mr. Maskelyne, did you do it on purpose? I'm impressed by your trick to win Miss Andrews' heart.'

Jasper felt he was the third wheel, so he made an excuse and left the house.

After more than an hour in the kitchen, Sylvia cooked four dishes and a soup, including the beef, prawn, and rib dishes ordered by Franklin.

If it were usual, she would ask Franklin to help serve the dishes and lay the table. However, thinking of his wounded hand, she poked out her head to call Jasper. However, only Franklin was sitting on the sofa, peering out of the window, lost in thought.

"Where is Mr. Howlett?"

"He had an urgency and left."

"Dinner is ready." Sylvia took off the apron and served the dishes by herself.

Franklin was unhappy as she looked for Jasper right after finishing cooking. "Why did you ask about Jasper?"

"I wanted him to serve the table." Sylvia put down two dishes. "But he's gone. It's alright."

Franklin stood up and walked into the dining room, darting at her and thinking, 'Why didn't she ask me to serve the table?'

He wondered if it meant she felt sorry for him. It was not bad to be wounded, was it?