After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Eden's agent tugged his arm. "Let's go, Eden." Poppy's family and friends had arrived. He and Eden should leave.

Eden walked to Poppy and passed her an ointment bought by his new assistant. "Here you go, Poppy. Three times a day. Rub your skin gently to absorb it." Poppy accepted it gratefully. "Thank you, Eden." "You are welcome. We're coworkers." With those words, Eden turned away awkwardly.

Sylvia arched an eyebrow and noticed his reddened ears.

Much to her surprise, Eden was so pure-minded and adorable.

With a faint smile, she looked at Poppy. Her pretty cheeks were reddened and swollen, making Sylvia feel sorry.

James pushed some ointment on his fingertip and gingerly applied it to her wound.

"Ouch! It hurts!" "I'm doing it gently." After beating up the scum, Romeo felt hungry.

He couldn't wait to open the lids of the takeout boxes. When the food's fragrance spread in the room, he drooled.

"Hurry up! Then we can eat the takeouts.” After receiving James' call, Franklin hurriedly rushed to the film and television base with Jasper.

Half an hour later, they stormed into the hotel with more than a dozen bodyguards in black.

The receptionist of the hotel shivered in fear, wondering what had happened.

"Excuse me... Who are you looking for?" "Which room does Poppy Maskelyne stay in?" Jasper asked expressionlessly.

"Her room is on the fifth floor. Room 503," one receptionist answered obediently, daring not to question him.

However, her answer made Jasper's face darken. "How can you leak your guest's information so easily? Your hotel is so unprofessional.” No wonder Poppy was harassed.

Franklin sullenly entered the elevator, leading the group to Room 503.

However, they smelt a strong food fragrance from afar in the corridor.

When they approached, they found the door of Room 503 was open.

Four people sat at the dining table, two boys and two girls. They wore gloves while enjoying the seafood takeout.

"Gee! James, how dare you steal my shelled shrimp? | shelled it for Sylvia." "You wish! My sister-in-law only eats the shelled seafood from me. Let me eat yours." The two boys were arguing. From time to time, Poppy snapped at them in anger, "I was injured. Why don't you shell the shrimp for me but only for Sylvia? I'm pissed!" Jasper gingerly looked up at Franklin, only to feel the cold vibe given off from him.

The next second, Franklin strode into the room while unbuttoning his black suit jacket with his hands. After taking it off, he tossed it to Jasper.

Jasper gaped at him and caught his jacket.

The next second, Franklin rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, wore the gloves, and sat next to Sylvia, starting shelling a crab for her.

The other three were startled after seeing him appear suddenly and sit close to them.

This was the first time that Romeo had been so close to Franklin.

He couldn't help but look at him up and down and had to admit that Franklin was a charming man indeed.

He thought Franklin's figure was better than Paul's and looked more attractive.

Realizing he was devaluing his biological brother, Romeo inwardly reminded himself to stop it.

James could seldom see Franklin usually, let alone getting the brotherhood with Franklin.

Franklin only appeared to deal with the trouble he'd made.

Therefore, he felt uneasier than Romeo.

The room was lively and noisy, and suddenly, it was blanketed by a weird silence.

Poppy muttered to break the ice, "Franklin? Why are you here?" "If you stayed home obediently, would | have to come here?" Franklin glanced at her coldly before continuing to shell the crab.

Poppy curled her lips. How she wished her brother to comfort her! ‘Sylvia is the best!" While upset, she suddenly saw several shelled shrimps appear on her plate.

Raising her head joyfully, she saw Franklin put Sylvia's plate back. It turned out he had dumped the shelled seafood by Romeo and James onto Poppy's plate.

Then he put the crab shelled by him onto Sylvia's. "It tastes better," he said.

Sylvia couldn't utter a word.

Poppy felt more aggrieved. 'Does | only deserve the leftovers in Franklin's eyes? | am the victim tonight! How unfair!" Others were all shocked while watching Franklin shell seafood for Sylvia.

Franklin was a man of status but behaved like a loving househusband.

In silence, Franklin continued to shell the shrimps and other seafood.

Shortly after, food piled up on Sylvia's plate.

James and Romeo helped themselves and sometimes shared the food with Poppy.

The air in the room was still cold.

Sylvia reminded him helplessly, "Look at your dark face. You freaked them out." She wondered why he always looked so intimidating.

Franklin didn't reply. His bodyguards lined up in two rows at the door, and he only wished to enjoy the current peace.

He secretly and greedily sniffed the familiar fragrance from Sylvia.

It had been a long time.

He was too timid to approach her.

He knew Tyrell was having his men watch over him, although the murderer that kill Taryn had been found.

Tyrell wasn't as simple as he looked.

He wasn't only a chief of a so-called research institute.

Instead, he had a lot of power and was influential.

Before getting something on Tyrell to keep him in control, Franklin dared not to move recklessly.

Sylvia didn't eat the seafood shelled by him. Instead, she passed it to Poppy. "I've had enough. Poppy, go ahead to eat it." Romeo stared at her adoringly. Sure enough, that was what his goddess could do.