After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

The next day, Brayden called Franklin.

Brayden asked Franklin and Sylvia to take the barbecue tools and go out for a picnic.

To his surprise, Franklin said he was sick in the hospital.

Brayden thought it was unbelievable.

"My goodness. You are almost the fittest man I've known, but you actually fall ill! What's wrong with you?" "Nothing serious. | should be fine in a few days." Franklin's voice was cold but weak, and his voice was so low that it seemed to come from deep in his throat.

He was decisive and dominant in the world of business, but now, he pained for Sylvia.

Hearing Franklin's voice, Brayden intuited that it wasn't as simple as Franklin said. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "You don't have to worry about me. Just have fun." After Franklin finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Brayden looked at the phone screen and frowned.

He wondered what happened to Franklin.

He felt as if something serious happened.

However, before Brayden could think much about it, Mrs. Wright urged him to go out.

"Brayden, are you ready?" "Oh, yes." Apart from Franklin, who was Brayden's good chum, Brayden also had some other friends.

He called them and asked them to go with their girlfriends. Very soon, they set off in a big way for the suburbs.

It was sunny but not hot, so it was a great day to go on a tour.

When they arrived at a scenic spot by the lake, they got out of the cars.

After finding a place with a nice view, they started preparing for an outdoor barbecue.

Jenna, dressed in a pink T-shirt and pink pants, looked like a Barbie doll.

A blue mask, which covered her face, revealed only a pair of dark and bright eyes.

The others all wondered what she looked like without the mask.

Jenna followed Brayden in silence. When she saw the others get off the cars, she was subconsciously a little nervous.

Her heart pounded through her chest.

She used to be a bit socially awkward and afraid of crowds.

Now disfigured, she became more faint-hearted.

As a result, her little face behind the mask turned a little pale.

She couldn't help but want to hide behind Brayden.

Brayden looked at Jenna, who looked very uneasy for some reason and said, "Don't be afraid. They are all friends." "Brayden, what makes you so attentive and gentle?" A voice interrupted Brayden and Jenna.

Jenna's eyes were wide open as she looked at the speaker.

It was a man of about thirty years old dressed in designer clothes, according to which he must be a rich gentry.

"Let me introduce her to you. This is Jenna Shepherd, my good friend. | treat her as my sister. You need to show some respect.” Brayden raised his eyebrows and showed Jenna to the crowd.

Jenna bit her lower lip to death, not daring to look up at the others.

She looked particularly strange with her head lowered stiffly.

"Nice to meet you, Miss Shepherd. I'm Elvis Chan." Elvis bent down and extended his hand toward Jenna.

Brayden's eyes narrowed and he sensed Jenna's unease. Brayden slapped Elvis's hand away. "Stay away from Jenna. You will scare her." "Ouch!" Elvis cried out in pain, withdrew his hand, and looked at Brayden with annoyance, "Brayden, you don't have to be so petty. Anyway, you should allow me to introduce myself to Miss Shepherd." Brayden turned down the corners of his mouth. "No, you will scare her. Just go where you are needed!" Subconsciously, Brayden wanted to keep these people away from Jenna.

Especially when seeing Jenna's nervous look, Brayden got even more protective of her.

Jenna was sensitive and tended to be autistic. Usually, even Brayden's loud voice could scare her.

Therefore, Brayden thought he should be responsible.

"Brayden, you are so cold!" A somewhat handsome man put his hand on Brayden's shoulder with an impish smile. "I don't think she is just your friend." "Don't talk nonsense." Brayden punched the man in the chest. "Shut the hell up." "That's a quick denial! It's so weird." "Yes! Can't agree more! Miss Shepherd, take off the mask. We all want to see what you look like." "Miss Shepherd, are you still a student?" The others said jokingly.

Jenna, who was always timid, was originally a little embarrassed.

But gradually, she was not that wary of them anymore.

These gentries were all rich or powerful.

However, Jenna found it was not very difficult to get along with them.

Elvis realized that Jenna was somewhat different from the other girls. Compared to them, Jenna looked extremely shy and reticent.

He smiled gently, "Don't worry, Miss Shepherd. We just like talking this way." Jenna pursed her lips, shook her head, and said in a small voice, "It doesn't matter." Her voice was as beautiful as the nightingale, so the crowd was slightly surprised.

They were more curious whether she was a great beauty.

"Jenna is young, so you'd better watch what you say." "Mind your tongue with her." "Okay!" "Well, stop talking nonsense and help me build a fire!" Brayden said to the gentry.

Only then did they stop asking Jenna.

Elvis, building the barbecue grill, curiously asked, "Brayden, what makes you want to have a barbecue?" "I'm bored." Brayden raised an eyebrow.

The meat was cut into pieces, skewered, and put on the grill.

The women, who were all dressed up, surrounded Jenna.

They all knew Brayden. They knew Brayden was the mayor's son. It was known to all that Brayden and Franklin were single.

Therefore, it was the girls’ first time seeing Brayden bring a girl with him.

What was more, Brayden was so attentive to her.

"Miss Shepherd, we are all friends, so it is not proper to wear a mask all the time, right?" The woman speaking was called Noelle Bush, who was a celebrity coming with Elvis. She was sick of Jenna's delicate and timid look.