After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 40

Franklin took a look at Sylvia, walked over to open his suitcase, and then held a bottle of stomach medicine gotten from it in his hands.

"No food, but at least I got my medicine."

Sylvia gave him a cold glance and then slammed her bedroom door.

Another trick?

She wouldn't fall for it this time.

His life was so miserable compared to the past when he had a warm meal prepared for him when he got home from work.

Sylvia took out her laptop and started to investigate as soon as she got back to her room.

The deadline of three days was just around the corner.

She had to make it in time.

Time went by so quickly that two hours had gone before she realized it.

The breeze came through gauzy curtains in the dead of the night.

Sylvia sent all the investigation results to Alby.

Then she heard a loud noise coming from outside her room when she turned off her computer.

Sylvia frowned. She slightly opened her door and saw a big man curling up on the carpet in front of the couch.

Was that the sound when Franklin fell from the couch?

Sylvia walked over in suspicion and found that Franklin was pressing his stomach hard with sweat on his forehead.

She suddenly found it amusing to watch a normally cool man curling up on the carpet.

Admittedly, Sylvia was not a compassionate person. But Franklin did treat her well in their four-year marriage.

So she helped him lying on the couch.

Then she pressed her fingers on his stomach to check on him. And he should be doing okay.

He was just too painful from starving and passed out.

What a loser! Couldn't he cook something for himself?

And he would rather pass out?

How could he be so picky?

Sylvia washed her hands and was about to make spaghetti for him in the kitchen.

It was done ten minutes later.

She then walked over to the couch with a plate in her hand and bent to pat his face, "Wake up. Hey, wake up."

There was no response from him whose eyes were tightly closed.

Sylvia started to pinch his hand. He had to eat.

Or his stomach ache would get worse.

A few minutes later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed in a low voice.

Then some glow came into his eyes because of the smell coming from the plate.

"You cooked this?"

Sylvia kicked the instep of his foot, "Just eat."

Franklin thought it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back his whole life.

Looking at this cold and impassive woman, he felt heartbroken.

But he still held himself up and walked towards the dining table at the thought of her cooking skills.

An inexplicable content was all over him when that bite reached his throat.

There was a slight change of expression on his perfectly handsome face.

It had been four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her, including her cooking and her body.

He even remembered the smell of the skin care products she had been using.

Franklin had finished the plate. He stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules of medicine.

But he just tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on the bed.

The night was getting darker and his desire for her was mounting.

In the dead of the night.

Sylvia had always been a light sleeper.

He opened her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on the bed.

He crept along so quietly.

However, Sylvia could still tell it was Franklin from his footsteps.

What was he doing here in her room in the middle of the night?

Sylvia recalled that she did lock the door.

It was the president's suite that only Franklin could live, so he could unlock it easily.

He stood by her bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit her face like a looming mask.

She looked like a sweet baby without the usual aloofness.

Franklin bent over and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her lips in a way he dreamed.

It was still tender with a soothing smell that he remembered.

He slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages since he did this.