After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 110

It was so obvious to know what Logan thought. He must think she had sex with Franklin.

Franklin turned gloomy while he saw Logan tagging along with Sylvia.

The air seemed to be frozen.

It was in somewhat embarrassment.

Sylvia peeked at Franklin. Her pale lip turned pink, resembling the bloom of flowers. "What are you

angry about? Aren’t you hungry? Come over to help," she said.

Then Logan saw, Franklin, the imposing and cold man, following Sylvia to help her in the kitchen.

It looked very funny.

"Don't be smug, Logan. Come over to help if you wanna eat." She walked to the kitchen door, and

found Logan was gloating while she looked back.

"OK." Logan ran over to the kitchen. As long as she was okay, he could do anything.

He was in a good mood at that moment.

She looked at the food in the refrigerator, and then suggested, "Let's make bacon spaghetti. It's

delicious and easy to cook."

"Okay." Franklin agreed. An expectant look flashed across his cold face.

He enjoyed cooking with her, because it would bring warmth to his heart, just like when he changed the

sheet with her.

However, Logan, the third wheel, was an eyesore!

He glared at Logan and wondered why this fool stood here to ruin their moment. Did Logan do better in

washing or cutting than him?

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As he rarely did chores, and even hardly went to kitchen, he couldn't cut well. Some dices were big and

some were small, which looked unappetizing.

Franklin believed the spaghetti with the bacon diced by Logan must be tasteless.

Franklin started to dice potato.

He sneered at Logan then showed his evenly sized diced potatoes.

It pissed Logan off.

Why did Franklin could cut the ingredients so much better than him?

Logan, however, decided to hold back his anger for now, considering that Franklin could ease Sylvia's

pain resulting from the virus.

Sylvia ignored the two men against each otherShe was busy with mixing sauce.

Bacon spaghetti was easy to do, but it would be better to make another two dishes.

Then she made pumpkin soup and steak pizzaiolla.

When she was done, the spaghetti was cooked properly.

Then she put dices of bacon and potatoes over the spaghetti.

The smell of the spaghetti made Logan salivate.

“Wow, Boss, you’re such a good cook."

Franklin looked at him expressionlessly. He wished that Logan, this noisy man, could disappear.

How did Logan usually act as a president in his own company to manage his subordinates? He was so

meek and submissive in front of Sylvia.

Franklin was reluctant to stay with Logan.

And he believed Logan had many flaws, not as elegant, smart and handsome as him.

Franklin carried a dish out, and served Sylvia a plate of spaghetti in front of her.

Then he thoughtfully handed the knife and fork to her as well.

She took it resignedly.

Was there no way to cut ties with Franklin?

"Thank you," Sylvia said.

"Save it." Franklin frowned and looked at her. He disliked the way she deliberately alienated him.

She didn’t reply.

She had fought against the virus for so long, and she desperately needed to replenish some nutrition.

The two men said nothing.

Franklin was a reticent man.

Logan was about to say something to liven up the atmosphere, but then gave up the idea as he saw

she was so tired.

His boss really had a hard time.

Thus, the three of them had dinner in silence.

Then Logan knew it was time for him to go to his own room and leave them alone.

This made Franklin realize maybe Logan and Sylvia were not in an intimate relationship as the rumor

said.

No man was willing to have his lover stay with another man, right?

Franklin was puzzled about the relationship between Logan and Sylvia.

Soon he ignored it.

As he noticed Sylvia who walked in front of him didn't look nice.

She felt so painful.

The pain was too familiar to her.

She walked weakly and almost fell to the ground.

Then Franklin clasped her waist in time and she subconsciously stretch out her arms to hold him.

This made Franklin's Adam's apple bob.

Her pink skin overwhelmed him.

“Sylvia......"

“I..." She wanted him to let go of her.

She could endure the pain.

However, the man could not suppress his desire.

So, he carried her in his arms.

She closed her eyes in despair as it seemed that she could not leave him until she overcame this virus.

In the next day morning, Franklin slowly opened his eyes, and the images of Sylvia throwing herself at

him came into his mind.

Since the divorce, he had rarely slept so soundly.

He even slept through the night.

Sylvia was not there. Franklin washed up and went downstairs. A maid came over, holding a new

business suit and a tie.

“Mr. Maskelyne, please take this.”

“No worries; it’s new." Logan wandered downstairs with a lollipop in his mouth.

“You prepare it?” Franklin looked at Logan coldly.

“My... Sylvia did it." Logan wanted to say "my boss", but he withheld it in the end.

'I almost exposed Sylvia's identity!' thought Logan.

Although Sylvia didn't show up, he was pleased that Sylvia prepared the suit for him.

He went to the Maskelyne Group in the suit Sylvia prepared.

In the president's officeFranklin was working.

Perhaps because of the sound sleep last night and the suit prepared by Sylvia, Franklin was in a very

good mood all day.

He did not get angry, even when a secretary accidentally spilled coffee on his documents.

He only asked the secretary to print another one and let her out.

The secretary was at a loss and went to her office.

It had been almost two months.

Franklin, the cold and short-tempered president made his subordinates suffer every day.

But today, Franklin acted like another person, and he didn’t blame her for making a mistake!

When she told it to the director, the director sighed. "I don't know what happened to Mr. Maskelyne.

Four years ago, we worked cautiously in this company every day. Four years later, Mr. Maskelyne

becomes what he used to be."

She had been one of his secretaries since graduation and finally became the secretary director after

many years of working hard. So, she knew Mr. Maskelyne very well, including the way he behaved.

"What do you mean? Mr. Maskelyne has been very tender over the last four years?"

The young secretary was confused.

"Yes, he was such a modest and gentle man. Now, he is just a tyrant!" The director whispered, "Well,

no more prying. Employees that talk about the boss behind his back might be get fired!"

Jasper suspected that Mr. Maskelyne and Sylvia had made up with each other.

Otherwise, Mr. Maskelyne would not be in such a good mood, right?

But he did not dare to ask, and only guessed that.

At that time, Franklin's phone rang. Jasper glanced at it.

It was Tiffany.

Why was the woman still badgering Mr. Maskelyne?

Franklin glanced at Jasper, who got his hint, picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

Before he spoke, Tiffany said in a lovely voice, "Frank."

Jasper coughed lightly and said seriously, "Sorry, it’s me. Miss Evans."

Then a sharp voice interrupted him. “Why is it you? Where is Frank?"

The voice gave Jasper a headache. “It is not convenient for him to take your call as he is having a

meeting with executives. What do you want to tell him about?"

"I can't tell you what I want to say to Frank. Let him call me back when he ends up the meeting."

Tiffany was very dissatisfied.

She hung up before Jasper replied.

Her nose was still wrapped in gauze. It was all Sylvia's fault. If it wasn't Sylvia, she wouldn't be in such

a difficult position.

Neither would she be outsted by the fashion industry.

That day, she left hospital, disguised herself and went to the beauty salon where she had plastic

surgery. Then a plastic surgeon did a new nose job for her.

She was in recovery.

However, she blamed all of this on Sylvia.

She got so furious while thinking of Sylvia, even wishing her to die.

...

In the president's office of the Maskelyne Group.

Jasper looked at the phone and respectfully said to Franklin. "She hung up."

"Let it be." Franklin stroked the buttons of his suit and said coldly. "How about the drugging thing?"

"That woman ... is probably Miss Evans." Jasper said with an undertone, "She did it very covertly, so

we haven’t found any evidence. And she gave those two people cash, instead of transferring money to

them."

"Okay." Franklin remained expressionless, but his deep-set and dark eyes looked terrifying.

Jasper observed his expression and cautiously asked. "Mr. Maskelyne, what should we do now?"

"On that day, I was drugged and hurt Sylvia," Franklin said coldly. "In that case, let's be in a tit for tat!"

'Well, Mr. Maskelyne is as cold and ruthless as before,' thought Jasper.