After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Franklin squinted. Then he stared daggers at James, sending fear to his chest. "Shut up." James' heart sank.

However, he was unconvinced.

He thought, "You are so weird, Franklin. If you still have a desire for possessions toward Sylvia and are jealous of other men pursuing her, you shouldn't have divorced her.

Are you fond of the love game after divorce? Sylvia is your ex-wife now. She has the freedom to dine out with any man she likes.

It's none of your business." The next second, James shook off his thoughts. He couldn't think that way as he was unwilling to see Sylvia marry into the Kennedy family.

Nodding vigorously, James said, "Franklin, I... | can help you pick up food." Franklin refused him, "No, thanks. You cannot do it well." James felt heartbroken. His brother just despised him.

After the lunch ended, Poppy and Paul argued about paying the bill. Glaring at him, Poppy pouted. "What are you doing? It's on me. We've agreed before lunch. | invited Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee to thank them for their help. You can't pay it." "Poppy, I'm a gentleman. | should pay the bill." Paul had never expected to fight with a girl to pay for a bill.

"It doesn't make sense. Most people at this table are my family. It must be my treat today.” Poppy pulled out her wallet angrily.

Then she swiped the card to pay the bill.

Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee were curious about Sylvia.

Mr. Carrillo asked, "Miss Andrews, what do you do for a living?" "I'm a doctor," Sylvia answered politely.

"I see." Mr. Carrillo nodded.

Mr. Mckee asked, "Miss Andrews, which department are you in?" Sylvia replied politely, "The surgical department.” The two mid-aged men exchanged a glance and looked away naturally.

"Miss Andrews, are you close to the restaurant owner?" Mr. Carrillo asked.

"Not really. We are acquaintances only." Although the two mid-aged men looked gentle and well-educated, they were too nosy.

They kept asking Sylvia questions.

Sitting aside, Franklin was all his ears to their conversation.

He felt relieved hearing Sylvia deny being a close friend of the restaurant owner. He wondered if she was only close to the chef.

However, the chef looked abnormal and behaved like a five-year-old.

Gradually, he felt relieved.

After leaving Royal Galaxy Restaurant, Mr. Carrillo said to Sylvia, "Miss Andrews, if you have time, can you share your working experience with the students of the medical school of Vista University? When will you be available?" Franklin was unhappy upon hearing his invitation.

He was alert to other men, but much to his surprise, Mr. Carrillo also wanted to pester Sylvia.

"Mr. Carrillo, I've been busy recently. | was assigned to a task at the city hall. After it's over, I'll contact you to ensure the schedule." Since Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee helped her identify Luca Ball earlier today, Sylvia wanted to return the favor.

"Really?" Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee exchanged an excited glance with each other.

They didn't expect Sylvia to agree so quickly.

"I never break my promise." Sylvia beamed at them. "You can also contact Logan Mertens directly. He called you earlier, didn't he?" Only then did Mr. Carrillo recall that he had received a call from Logan before, who also asked him about Luca.

He realized that Logan wanted to help Sylvia at that time as well.

He became more curious about Sylvia.

Upon hearing her ask Mr. Carrillo to contact Logan, Franklin wrapped his arm around Sylvia's waist. "Mr. Carrillo, you can contact me for that matter.” His grip on her waist was so tight that it caused discomfort.

Although Sylvia was expressionless, she felt irritated.

To stop Franklin from touching her, she nudged him. In pain, Franklin frowned but still gripped her without letting go.

‘My belly hurts. How could Sylvia be so brutal to me?" his inner voice complained.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of Royal Galaxy Restaurant, a blonde man looked down before the floor-to-ceiling window. He watched the tall, slender man wrap his arm around Sylvia's waist.

The naiveness had already faded off from his blue eyes. He narrowed his gaze, his aqua eyes full of jealousy.

Gazing at Franklin and Sylvia, he was almost drowned in his crazy jealousy.

'Sibbie..." Reaching out toward the woman downstairs subconsciously, he muttered in a trembling tone, "Sibbie, it's been so many years, but you've never paid attention to me." For Sylvia, he stayed in H Rovirsa and Royal Galaxy Restaurant willingly. Although she rarely showed up, he was still waiting for her.

However, she was now in another man's arms.

Piercing pain rose in his heart.

"Excuse me, Chef Gage. Are you going to cook other dishes today?" a cook asked him respectfully.

Although Gage didn't know how to socialize with others and behaved like a child, he was an expert in cooking. Therefore, all cooks in Royal Galaxy Restaurant respected him.

Gage put away the anger and jealousy from his face, his blue eyes becoming pure and innocent again. "I'm tired today. | won't cook other dishes. Please go ahead to cook.” "All right." The cook turned away, doubting why the chef looked different from usual. Earlier, when he saw Gage, he dared not to speak at all.

Gage's face was full of hostility and anger. The cook wondered if that was his illusion.

At the restaurant entrance, the cars had been driven over.

Gazing at Franklin's hand on Sylvia's waist, Paul was annoyed.

Failing to repress his anger, he snapped, "Mr. Maskelyne, you're married. It's inappropriate to behave so intimately with Miss Andrews, isn't it? Aren't you afraid Mrs. Maskelyne will punish you after you return home?" Irritation sprung into Franklin's eyes. If he hadn't divorced Sylvia, he could ask Paul to get out of sight and tell him Sylvia was his wife.

However, all Franklin could do was frown and reply coldly, "Mr. Kennedy, what does my relationship with my wife have to do with you?" Inwardly, he felt he sounded too weak by saying so.

He could embarrass Paul in public if he aggressively announced Sylvia was his wife.

After divorcing Sylvia, he regretted it sometimes. However, he ignored the feeling immediately.

He had never wondered why he repeatedly pestered Sylvia.

Right then, he truly regretted divorcing her.

If he had known Sylvia was so adorable and attractive to men, he wouldn't have divorced her. Then he wouldn't need to be so alert to other men.

Sylvia swung her waist to struggle, wishing to break free from his grip.

However, Franklin tightened his grasp on her waist and pressed her into his Bentley.

Poppy watched Sylvia be taken away by Franklin overbearingly but could do anything. She sat in her car in depression.

‘Gee... You've divorced. Why do you fully occupy Sylvia?" she inwardly bitched about her brother.