After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

It was dark late at night.

A private jet was flying in the sky.

While operating the jet, Franklin called his subordinate to apply for a special aviation line.

"Yes, Captain Maskelyne. It's approved.” "The fee of your special aviation line has been confirmed to be received.” "The line is between Townyer Villa and Pearlhall Villa. Yes. It's your exclusive line. You can fly at any time without any more approvals in the future,” his SouthStar Airlines subordinate answered.

He wondered if Franklin was out of his mind to buy such a short-distanced airline or if he was just too wealthy.

Suddenly, he recalled that Logan, the president of Longevity Pharmaceuticals, stayed in Pearlhall Villa. The subordinate guessed if it meant Franklin had become Logan's boyfriend for real.

"How horrible!" The thought made him shiver.

Although both Franklin and Logan were handsome and wealthy, Franklin was married, wasn't he? His wife had never been announced in public, though.

The subordinate believed that Franklin married to cover the truth of his sexual orientation, and so did Logan announce his girlfriend.

After returning to Pearlhall Villa, Sylvia wanted to go to bed as she would have many things to deal with the following day.

She returned to her bedroom and took a shower.

Shortly after, she walked out of the bathroom, holding a towel to dry her long hair.

While she was about to find the hairdryer, her bedroom door was pushed open.

Franklin stood at the door, holding the door frame with a hand and gazing at the woman under the bright light.

Her fair body was only wrapped in a shower towel.

Water beads dripped from her hair and streamed along the skin, vanishing in the towel.

The water on her smooth shoulders made her too appealing. Franklin's gaze was glued to her arms.

He didn't expect to see such a fantastic scene right after pushing the door.

His eyes darkened. With an evil sneer, he said, "Sylvia, you are indeed awesome!" She made him chase her.

Sylvia darted at him calmly, still drying her hair. "You intrude on my house. What do you want?" Right then, several tall, sturdy men rushed upstairs.

Franklin instantly slammed the door to shut them out, his eyes glimmering with a desire for possession.

Sylvia looked too sexy now. He didn't want anyone else to see the fantastic view.

The nose of the man in the lead hit the closed door.

Covering his nose, he hissed and yelled, "Are you OK, Miss Andrews? A man flew a private jet and hit us just now to break in." "He's too good at fighting. We failed to stop him." Sylvia looked at Franklin up and down and raised her voice to answer, "He's my ex-husband. You may leave now." "OK, Miss Andrews." "I'm glad you are all right." The group of men turned away.

While they walked, they discussed, "It turns out Boss' ex-husband is so handsome.” "He's good at fighting, too. We didn't win against him." "Exactly. He's handsome and good at fighting. It seems he's also the company's CEO. Why did they divorce?" "Enough is enough. Stop being so nosy, dude.” "Boss knows what she's doing. Remember. This man is her ex-husband, not her current husband.” "When will Boss marry again? We won't fight with him. If her ex-husband makes trouble again, we shall still fight with him.

Understand?" "I agree. I'll gather more bodyguards to win against him." "If he dares to bully Boss again, we must teach him a lesson.” Franklin had no idea that Sylvia's men had already expected to fight with him again.

Meanwhile, in the bedroom.

Franklin walked toward Sylvia step by step, his tall figure emanating pressure. Then he stopped, looking down at her.

Logan's men seemed to be loyal to her as well. They had the guts to stop him from breaking into the house.

Sylvia was surprised. She had personally trained those men, and none of them was weak in fighting.

They were outstanding fighters. However, Franklin won against all of them and knocked them over.

She had known that Franklin was adept at fighting, but his competence shocked her.

She couldn't help wondering how skillful he was.

Sylvia thought she knew her ex-husband well. However, the fact showed that she and Franklin had been hiding from each other and disguising themselves.

"I'm sleepy.” Franklin turned around and sat on her soft bed, smelling the faint fragrance from her.

He sniffed it deeply, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes, feeling at ease and peaceful.

All the irritations and things that bothered him vanished instantly.

When he found Sylvia had sneaked out of his house, his mood worsened to the extreme.

All he wished was to take her back.

In anger, Sylvia asked, "Why are you here?" Franklin didn't answer.

She found the hairdryer and turned around.

It turned out he had fallen asleep.

Franklin fell asleep without taking off his slacks, clothes, or shoes.

Sylvia saw the dark circles under his eyes, which made him look exhausted.

She wondered if he hadn't slept well recently, frowning.

Then she took the hairdryer to the guest room next door to dry her hair.

After returning to her room, she found Franklin still sleeping soundly.

Sylvia planned to go to bed earlier than usual as she would work at the city hall the next day.

However, Franklin had occupied her bed, and she had no mood to share it with him.

She put away the hairdryer. After glancing at the sleeping man, she picked up the blanket and was about to cover him with it.

Suddenly, Franklin snapped open his eagle-sharp eyes.

The next second, he grabbed her wrist. "Have you dried your hair?" he whispered huskily.

His bloodshot eyes were fixed on her.

"Let go of me." Sylvia gritted her teeth.

Her cheeks turned rosy because of anger.

"You blushed. Are you feeling shy?" Franklin's Adam's apple bobbed, lust written on his face.

This room was full of Sylvia's pleasant fragrance, and he liked it immensely.

It was much better than the best soothing incense.