After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel 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.