After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 237

"I'll believe everything you tell me. You don't need to show any evidence." Franklin gazed at her affectionately as if he wanted to read her thoughts.

Sylvia was taken aback and replied, "Thank you for your trust, Mr. Maskelyne."

Franklin drawled solemnly, "Sylvia, although you refused to admit it, I could feel the big change in your attitude toward me. Do I mean nothing to you? Honestly?"

Sylvia's expression froze for a while. Finally, she said, "I'm hungry. What would you like for lunch?"

"Don't try to distract my attention. You are lame in changing the subject this time."

Sylvia looked away. Without looking at him, she could still feel him staring at her.

Heaving a sigh, she asked, "How could we be together, Franklin?"

"If not, why were we married for four years? You could marry me in the past, and so can you now. We'll be together forever in the future," Franklin retorted determinedly.

Sylvia checked on her left palm, where she saw the dark skin. Her wrist had also become bruising.

She naturally pulled down her sleeve to cover them. "Let's talk about it some other day."

She had a virus, and now, she was poisoned by a drug from NN terror group. Sylvia didn't know if she could be detoxified, and she must figure it out at present.

Therefore, she decided to put aside her personal feelings for the time being.

She strode forward under the sun, but sorrow and worry filled her heart.

...

Sylvia wore disposable rubber gloves in the kitchen before making a noodle bowl.

It was simple, but making the noodle bowl delicious was challenging.

She had to control the gas and the sauce perfectly.

Shortly after, she finished cooking the noodle and several stir-fried dishes.

Sitting at the table, Franklin browsed the noodle and the dishes one after another. They all looked appealing and smelt good.

As usual, Franklin tasted the noodle first. "Yummy!"

Then he picked up a piece of beef and took a bite.

His table manner was elegant, like a nobleman's.

No matter what he did, he was pleasant to the eye.

With a smile, Sylvia started eating her noodle.

She didn't take off the disposable rubber gloves. Franklin frowned, "Why didn't you take off the gloves?"

He didn't see her wearing the gloves often, feeling weird.

Sylvia checked on them and answered, "I'll do the dishes later, so I will take them off after that."

"You don't need to do dishes." Franklin wiped his lips with a napkin. "We have maids."

Sylvia chuckled, "I like wearing them."

Franklin's eyes darkened. He sensed something wrong.

However, he knew he couldn't get an answer if he insisted on asking Sylvia as long as she was unwilling to tell him.

...

At midnight, a private jet landed slowly.

Franklin woke up Sylvia next to him. "We've arrived."

Sylvia slowly opened her eyes. After staring at him blankly for a while, she finally sobered. "I see. Let's get off."

Since the afternoon, she felt sleepy. After boarding the flight, she slept all the way.

Even though she was woken up, she still battled her sleepiness.