After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 170

Aldo was about to argue with his mother again.

Biting her lip, Jenna didn’t wish he fight against Mrs. Carson because of her.

Timidly, she looked at Aldo in reluctance and muttered, "I... I can do it myself. Miss Andrews is there."

Her voice was low, and she couldn't help stammering.

In Mrs. Carson's eyes, she was a weird coward.

She looked down upon Jenna more. "Jenna, you are indeed sensible. Aldo, you go to entertain Miss Chan. I'll be with Jenna. That's a deal."

With those words, she turned away aggressively.

Holding Jenna's cheeks and feeling sorry for her, Aldo whispered, "Silly girl."

"I don't want you to argue with your mother," Jenna muttered to explain. She felt upset once thinking that Aldo would stay with another woman, but she knew she couldn't stop him from finding a wife.

She battled a smile and prompted, "Let's go. I can't let Miss Andrew keep waiting for me."

...

In the suburbia, Aldo and Jenna were taken aback when they saw the tall, sturdy man getting off the Bentley.

Subconsciously, Jenna wanted to hide behind Aldo after recognizing it was the horrible man.

His strong aura and stern look left a deep impression on her. As soon as seeing him, Jenna couldn't help but fear, not to mention she was born timid.

Patting the back of her hand, Aldo said, "Don't be afraid."

Then he greeted Franklin, "A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Maskelyne."

"The pleasure is mine." Franklin nodded at him in response.

Then he reached his hand into the car, which was patted off by Sylvia. "I can get down myself."

Franklin didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Once they were not seen by his grandmother, Sylvia turned a cold shoulder to him.

Aldo was baffled, wondering why Franklin appeared with Sylvia.

He recalled Franklin had been married.

More surprisingly, he found Sylvia treated Franklin in a weird way.

Aldo didn't know much about Sylvia but could tell she was a polite, calm woman who always distanced herself from others.

However, when she was with Franklin, she was touchy and moody.

Moreover, Franklin didn't look impatient.

Sylvia sat before an easel next to a coffee table, on which there were delicate pastries and a cup of herbal tea.

She didn't look like drawing and painting but more like enjoying her holiday.

Ignoring them, Sylvia greeted Jenna with a smile, "Would you like to have some pastries?"

"No, thanks, Miss Andrews. You are so kind." Jenna trotted to her, looking up at her. "Miss Andrews, can you draw?"

Sylvia beamed at her. "Yes, I can."

"Whoa! Awesome!" Jenna blushed, suddenly feeling shy. "I'm not good at it."

"Don't lose faith. If you practice more and draw it wholeheartedly, it'll be your best artwork," Sylvia said patiently. She picked up a brush and dipped it in color. "Let's paint the mountains together, shall we?"

"Sure. Sure." Jenna nodded vigorously, her eyes glimmering with joy.

Then she sat in front of her easel and started painting.

Seeing how delighted she was, Aldo praised, "Miss Andrews, I didn't expect you to be adept at drawing and painting besides playing the piano."

Jasper replied inwardly, 'She has more sides you don't know and always shocks us. I've gotten used to it.'

Curling up his lips into a smile, Franklin arched an eyebrow, looked at Aldo, and drawled, "Mr. Carson, if you like such a kind of talented woman, I can introduce a few celebrities who are fond of drawing and painting to you. Oh, some of them are also good at playing the piano." His eyes were full of desire for possession.