After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 4

Sylvia did a little stretch and her stomach growled.

When she was about to get out of bed to wash up, she heard the door of the bathroom being opened.

Then, Franklin walked out with a white bath towel around his waist; she could see his sexy abs.

He had a perfect figure of a man.

"You aren't going to work?" Sylvia blinked her eyes and asked.

"I have a flight tonight," Franklin said while drying his hair with a towel and said, "You can take your time to look for a house. Just stay here before you find one. There's no rush."

Sylvia regretted telling the lie last night.

Now, she couldn't take back her words anymore.

She could only smile and nod. "Thank you, sweetie, you are the best."

Franklin handed her the towel and sat down in front of her. She took the towel and began to help him dry his hair gently.

When the water on his hair was almost dried, she threw the towel away and took the dryer to dry his hair.

Sylvia thought to herself. They really looked like a moving couple.

They had sex all night last night, and then the whole morning. And now she was drying his hair for him.

They didn't look like they were divorcing at all. They looked more in love than real couples.

"It's done," Sylvia put the dryer away and asked, "Do you want a sandwich?"

Franklin lay on his side, rested his chin on his hand, and stared at her, "Can I have a hamburger as well?"

"Of course." Sylvia smiled, nodded, and bent over to kiss him on the lips. "You will love the breakfast today."

All of a sudden, Franklin pulled her into his arms. "I feel sad I can't have your cooking soon, Mrs. Maskelyne."

"The cook's cooking is no worse than mine," Sylvia pushed him and said sweetly, "I'm starving. Let me go!"

When Rock saw Sylvia walk into the kitchen in an apron, he said with a smile, "Mrs. Maskelyne, the ingredients are in the fridge."

"Got it," Sylvia replied with a smile.

Rock had been working for Franklin for years and knew his preferences for food well, although Franklin always said he wasn't a picky eater and refused to admit that he was in nature a foodie.

The butler and the cook had been bothered by it.

Franklin always said the food was too salty, too sweet, too spicy, or too sour.

He didn't like French food and thought Japanese food was too light.

He didn't like any food they cooked.

He was a picky eater, for sure.

However, he never admitted it.

Every time the butler or the cook asked what he wanted to have, he always said he would eat anything.

Franklin was a grumpy man, at meals, he was particularly irritable.

He said he would eat anything, but when the dishes were served, he would snap at them and even smash the dishes and say, "What are these? You want me to eat this?"

Therefore, he was really hard to please.

To let Franklin eat, Rock had thought of a lot of ways.

Because of his picky eating, Franklin had been having stomach problems. Sometimes he would have stomachaches in the middle of the night.

Then, four years ago, Franklin got married to Sylvia.