After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 283

Franklin knew she hadn't woken up yet, but he thought she looked adorable at this moment.

Chuckling, he held her in his arms.

Dawn broke the day. It was getting bright.

Sylvia felt uncomfortable after waking up, wondering if the antidote had stopped working.

The thought shocked her, and she immediately sat up. Then she found the man lying next to her.

His handsome face was with a sharp outline. Under his slightly raised eyebrows, his eyes were closed tight.

His lips were pressed together under his straight nose.

Although he was sleeping, he looked tense.

'Franklin? Why is he here? Has he returned from his business trip?'

Sylvia looked at him in surprise. Then she checked herself and saw the kiss marks all over her skin. She blushed, realizing it wasn't her dream last night, and she did it again. Sylvia felt indeed embarrassed, covering her face.

Then she looked at Franklin's sleeping face, raised her hand, and rubbed his eyebrows.

When her fingertips touched his forehead, his palm grabbed her hand.

His sharp eyes snapped open, and he looked at her on alert.

Seeing Sylvia, Franklin slowly got up and asked hoarsely, "Why did you wake up so early?"

With scarlet cheeks, Sylvia asked, "When did you come back?"

Franklin looked at her up and down, a smile touching his eyes. Under the light, her skin was so fair. Her eyes reminded him of the starry night, and her eyelashes were long and thick. He couldn't take his gaze off her at all.

"When you were missing me," he answered.

Sylvia flushed hotly. After returning from abroad, Franklin became better at flirting.

She was red-faced and hot, feeling the room's temperate rise.

When she lowered her eyes, she saw him wearing a black shirt.

In the past, whenever they were alone, Franklin always got naked and wished to show off his well-toned body.

He worked out often, so he was proud of his pecs and abs.

However, he wore a shirt this time.

Sylvia felt confused.

She looked up at his ink-black eyes, only to find him smiling at her leisurely and sexily.

He emanated a charm that could drive every woman crazy.

Sylvia was obsessed.

Before she returned to her senses, Franklin pounced at her and pressed her against his chest.

Sylvia almost stopped breathing.

Silence surrounded them.

The morning sunlight fell on their faces through the window, coloring them with halos.

Franklin pressed a kiss on her lips but didn't move.

He stared at her quietly.

Her long eyelashes flapped slightly, exposing the affection in her lovely eyes.

His mind was blank, and he slowed down all his movements.

Franklin slowly let go of her. Much to his surprise, Sylvia wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed on his lips, "Sweetie, you seemed to lose some weight."

He looked thinner.

"I couldn't have dishes cooked by you, so I lost some weight," Franklin answered, a sharp pang rising in his heart.

Suddenly, he understood why Sylvia refused to tell him she was poisoned.

He also suffered a lot as he didn't want to worry her.

Although he knew she lied, he didn't have the heart to expose it.

They both had lied for each other's good but pretended to be careless.

Closing his eyes, Franklin embraced Sylvia tightly.

"You've lost some weight, too," he muttered.

Of course, Sylvia had.

She had spat blood on the first few days when she started taking the antidote. Whenever she did it, she became weaker.

She had suffered every day, and Franklin watched her while feeling extremely sorry for her.

How he wished to suffer on her behalf!

The previous night, he planned to leave after hugging her for a while but failed to repress his desire.

Their making out last night exhausted him.

Well, he could keep everything he did for her to himself.

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In the morning the next day, when Franklin didn't pay attention, Sylvia hid in the bathroom and took two antidote pills.

Then she walked out.

"James and Romeo took the Wilson Group internship, right?" Franklin asked in her ear while buttoning his cuff-links elegantly.

Sylvia's ear turned red. Nodding, she answered, "They had nothing to do, anyway. It's almost summer vacation, so the internships in Wilson Group aren't bad."