After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 835

Chapter 835

Upon hearing Franklin's words, Sylvia's heart pounded in her chest.

She stared at him, somewhat shocked. "That's my mom..."

"It's our mom," Franklin held her cold hand. "She's yours and mine, as long as we can find her. Let's take good care of her together."

Sylvia's almond-shaped eyes softened as she looked at the smooth line of Franklin's jaw and his deep gaze.

"We will definitely find her."

In Mrs. Maskelyne and Tyrell's villa, Mrs. Maskelyne sat in front of the dressing table, pushing open the glass window to see the tall white poplar trees in the courtyard.

A gentle breeze brushed through, rustling the leaves.

She looked at herself in the mirror while combing her hair, her cheeks full and her eyes bright.

Even though she was nearing fifty, she still carried the charm of a young woman.

Her face was something she took great pride in, with a slight curl of her lips, and then she stood up.

She took out a sexy silk nightgown from the wardrobe.

After leisurely changing into it, she walked towards the study.

In the study, there was a set of leather sofas, two hollowed-out red lacquer wooden chairs, and an Indian carpet covering the floor, giving the room a strong scholarly atmosphere.

She gently pushed the door open and walked in, both hands soft and fair, gracefully holding a cup of coffee.

Slowly stepping forward, with a dignified yet charming demeanor, she approached Tyrell, who was reading documents there.

"Honey, you've been reading for so long, have a cup of coffee."

"I just brewed it."

Tyrell looked up and saw her alluring appearance.

The man furrowed his brow slightly, a hint of feminine fragrance wafted over, and if it were usual, seeing her dressed so suggestively...

He would have pounced on her already, but for some reason this time... he didn't feel anything.

Especially with images of her losing face in public constantly appearing in his mind.

Just thinking about it made him feel uncomfortable, and his stomach churned.

He took the coffee, but before it reached his lips, it was as if he could smell that foul odor again.

Feeling uneasy, he put the coffee back down. "I'm still busy, you can leave."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Mrs. Maskelyne's eyes, but she wasn't the type of woman to rush for quick gains. She smiled gently, lightly resting both hands on Tyrell's shoulders, kneading them. "Let me give you a massage."

However...

No matter how gentle and fragrant she appeared, seeing her dressed in that way, Tyrell could only feel discomfort, and he didn't experience any sense of passion.

He grasped her hands with his large hands. "Please leave!"

Mrs. Maskelyne clenched her teeth in anger, but she still left.

As soon as she stepped outside, she was so furious that she wished she could slap Tyrell to death.

What was even more infuriating was Sylvia. If it wasn't for her, she wouldn't have made a fool of herself.

Damn it!

She would never let Sylvia, that bitch, off the hook. She must die!

Mrs. Maskelyne, who couldn't get any relief, walked angrily towards the bedroom. Since coming back, Tyrell had even stopped sleeping in the same room as her and had moved to a separate one.

How can she not be angry about this?

Especially inside the castle estate, there are so many beautiful maids that she has already found excuses to drive out several of them.

She was so angry that she didn't even notice a man walking towards her. She walked with her head down and at a fast pace.

She looked up and saw a familiar face. It was Skylar Lester, Tyrell's right-hand man. She was stunned and instinctively covered her chest.

"Skylar, it's you!"

"Madam, how are you? Did you bump into anything?" Skylar's eyes deepened and his throat moved involuntarily when he saw Mrs. Maskelyne dressed so cool and sexy.

Mrs. Maskelyne is very beautiful, which is evident to everyone.

"No, I'm fine."

Mrs. Maskelyne felt a bit embarrassed and quickly passed by Skylar, hastily leaving.

Skylar's eyes, however, continued to follow her silhouette as she walked away. The sheer silk nightgown she was wearing revealed almost everything underneath, leaving little to the imagination in his eyes.

He always knew she had a good figure, but he didn't expect it to be so stunning!

Skylar suppressed the desire in his heart and walked towards the study.

In the hotel kitchen, Sylvia was skillfully stir-frying vegetables.

Franklin wanted to eat the food she cooked, so she borrowed the hotel's kitchen to use.

She made a few simple dishes that Franklin used to love, and also made some pancakes.

After preparing all the dishes, put them in a lunch box and bring them to the room.

Franklin curled his lips and a faint smile appeared on his face.