After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities novel Chapter 913

Chapter 913

Clare's heart was inexplicably restless.

It made him feel like he was on fire, making it difficult for him to control himself.

He had to see Sylvia immediately, as if only then could he feel a little relieved.

"Miss Andrews, there is something very important that I need to tell you about. It concerns your background," he said urgently.

Sylvia looked slightly stunned at the mention of her background. She knew about her mother's relationship with the Evans family, but... could there be other hidden secrets?

She had been searching for her mother's whereabouts for years and firmly believed that she was still alive. Could Clare have found some clues?

Her mind raced with a hundred thoughts.

As soon as she hung up the phone, she saw Franklin standing before her. His handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly with an air of curiosity. "What happened?"

"Mr. Hipps said there is something very important that concerns my background," Sylvia rubbed her forehead in confusion; she couldn't quite figure it out yet.

"Let's have breakfast first." Franklin took hold of Sylvia's hand and led her to the dining table. "No matter what happens next, your health comes first."

"That makes sense." Sylvia nodded in agreement while taking a bite out of a steamed bun; she looked beautiful even when eating - elegant movements akin to watching an exquisite painting come alive on canvas - making it seem like she wasn't eating buns but rather delicacies from around the world instead!

Franklin raised an eyebrow and said. "Those students will soon be discharged from the hospital. They are young and ambitious; I welcome anyone who wants to work at Maskelyne Group or SouthStar Airlines as long as they are willing!"

Sylvia hesitated briefly before speaking. "But those stubborn parents... they might cause trouble..."

"You're worried about me?" Franklin chuckled softly; his lips curled upwards showing off how good-natured he felt right now.

"I'm trying to talk business here," Sylvia replied dryly while pretending to drink porridge without looking back at him.

Just hearing him speak like this made one's heartbeat quicken! Especially when he smiled – those pitch-black eyes reflecting morning light were particularly bright with confidence between his brows – extremely charming!

Sylvia lowered her head, pretending not looking at him anymore.

As soon as they finished breakfast together though, the doorbell rang loudly throughout their villa...

The butler calmly pressed the doorbell, "Who is it so early in the morning?" Clare's voice came through the intercom, "It's me, Clare. I'm here to see Sylvia."

"Alright then. The door is open. Mr. Hipps, please come in." Although he had only been guarding Townyer Villa for a year and a half now, the butler knew that Franklin and Sylvia were acquainted with this famous Mr. Hipps.

Naturally, he wouldn't stop him from entering.

In no time at all, Clare rushed over with Mollie following behind him in bright clothing. They looked like a perfect match as if they were made for each other.

Although it was his first time meeting them both, the butler was very pleased. "Please have a seat; my young master is washing dishes while my mistress is upstairs."

"Washing dishes?" Clare suspected that his ears were playing tricks on him.

He didn't sit down; instead he walked towards the kitchen where he heard water flowing before even stepping inside.

He stood at the kitchen doorway, staring at Franklin, who was standing next to the sink, washing dishes while rolling up his sleeves.

Mollie also became curious and approached to see what was happening; she couldn't help laughing out loud when she saw what they saw. "Mr. Maskelyne has such an interest?"

Franklin turned around, when he heard their voices, just as he finished placing one last dish on top of its rack after shaking off some water droplets from his hands before looking towards them both. "It's just a small hobby."

His expression remained calm without any embarrassment due to being caught doing household chores at home by others.

Clare glanced over at an installed dishwasher above their heads. "Your hobby is unique since you have this dishwasher..."

"Men doing housework won't lower their IQ," Franklin still looked indifferent as ever.

For some reason though, it felt like they were forced to see display of affection...

Clare and Mollie exchanged glances before Mollie happily said. "... when we get married someday, you'll wash dishes too!"

Clare felt something swell up inside his chest... they hadn't even set any wedding date, yet she already planned on marrying him?