After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 122

Franklin scowled at the security guards. He suddenly realized that Sylvia was beautiful to others no

matter where she was.

They were in a supermarket now, but she had become a focus.

A feeling of losing her suddenly surged in his chest, and he had never felt it before.

Suddenly, he seized Sylvia's wrist and ordered, "You must keep your distance from others."

"What are you talking about?"

Sylvia was shocked, wondering what was wrong with him again.

She was checking on a box of beef, which had dropped back into the freezer.

Looking up at him in depression, she noticed the solemnness on his face.

Right then, confusion was written all over her face instead of the aloofness as usual, which could make

men go crazy for her.

However, she didn't realize it at all.

Franklin felt his throat dry out. Pressing the back of her head, he let her face cling to his chest. "Don't

ever look this way when I'm not with you."

He hoped she could treat others coldly and indifferently and only show such an adorable look to him.

Sylvia struggled in his arms and growled, "What's wrong with you? Think others will pounce at me to

take me? Are you out of your mind?"

Franklin frowned and emphasized, "I won't let you go grocery shopping alone again."

Sylvia felt that he was too paranoid.

It seemed he even took the passersby as his rivals in love.

She wondered if he still hadn't understood one thing, which she thought she had clarified to him –they'd

divorced.

He took the initiative to divorce, so she thought he had thought it over.

However, his behaviors told her he had become increasingly confused. Primarily he was used to being

jealous of others.

'You are not my husband now. Who do you think you are to be jealous? If you hadn't contacted Mr.

Carrillo and Mr. Mckee to help me, would I have agreed to go shopping with you and cook for you?

You'd better dream on.'

Sylvia was riled up.

She had never known Franklin had such a strong desire for possession, which was indeed weird.

She hadn't asked him to help her, anyway.

The thought brought a migraine to Sylvia.

She and Franklin were hugging now. Watching the scene, the passersby gaped.

They didn't expect the two good-looking persons to do PDA that aboveboard.

Even the staff of the supermarket were shocked.

Franklin narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping around.

People who met his gaze shivered in fear and returned to their senses.

The supermarket employee who was standing closest to them almost escaped from the supermarket,

although she was still on duty.

Franklin's aura was too strong for her to take another glance.

After the two left, the supermarket employee's legs were still weakened.

Jasper held the shopping back, following Franklin and Sylvia, who were walking on the quiet lane in the

garden shoulder by shoulder. They were heading for the villa.

It was dark. A few stars twinkled in the sky. Franklin enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere at this moment.

He had never gone grocery shopping with Sylvia before when they were still married.

He had never thought that he would enjoy doing it with her.

Last time, he went shopping alone to buy some seafood, which was utterly different from the shopping

experience together with Sylvia.

The joy in his chest made his lips curl up.

Once arriving in the living room, Franklin took off his jacket.

Then he seriously told Sylvia, "I'll help you cook."

Jasper was impressed by his mood and attitude.

Usually, Franklin was like an iceberg.

Jasper would think of Franklin as a robot if he didn't speak, think, and aviate the plane.

Fortunately, Sylvia appeared in his life.

'Alas... Mr. Maskelyne, I'm so impressed by how you pester Miss Andrews. If you hadn't divorced her,

you would have led a happy married life, wouldn't you? Unfortunately, you insisted on divorcing her. I

can understand why Miss Andrews always ignores you.'

While Jasper was inwardly mocking Franklin, the latter had entered the kitchen.

Sylvia took out the ingredients from the shopping bag and stored some in the fridge.

"What would you like to have for dinner?" She darted at Franklin, who seemed to be drooling.

His eyes lit up. "Beef stew?"

"Baked prawns with cheese?"

Sylvia glared at him. "Those dishes were served for lunch in Royal Galaxy earlier. You only had a little.

Now you want me to cook them for you again. What is your problem?"

Franklin didn't reply, staring at her in silence.

She could see hunger on his handsome face.

He insisted overbearingly, "You promise to thank me. You can't break your word."

His stomach twitched as usual, which made him suffer.

However, he tolerated it.

Only food made by Sylvia could comfort his ached stomach. Food in Royal Galaxy Restaurant couldn't,

and neither did other food.

Only the familiar smell and taste could soothe his starvation.

His gaze sent Sylvia into silence. The two were in a stalemate.

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It seemed Franklin wished to eat a lot of food.

'Do you think Miss Andrews is a five-star hotel chef, Mr. Maskelyne? Her words make sense. The

dishes were served in the restaurant earlier, but you didn't eat them. Why do you want Miss Andrews to

cook the same dishes for you? Do you deliberate to piss her off?'

However, Jasper dared not to speak out his thoughts.

Franklin bowed his head, awkwardly moving the ingredients. Then he picked up a kitchen knife to slice

the beef.

He couldn't cook and only helped Sylvia rinse the vegetables before.

"I'll prepare the raw ingredients, and you'll cook the food."

He wore a black shirt and slacks. With his lovely face and perfect figure, he looked as elegant as a

prince even though he was holding a kitchen knife.

However, the sliced beef was too ugly.

They were in different sizes and shapes.

Sylvia couldn't tolerate it at all.

She heaved a sigh. Although she hadn't asked Franklin for help in the morning, he had indeed helped

her deal with the trouble.

Therefore, she reached out to grab the kitchen knife. "Let me do it."

She decided to cook the dishes he had ordered.