After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 242

Right after they had gone, Paul rushed into the police station and asked a policeman randomly, "Where

is Sylvia Andrews? How about my younger brother?" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"Mr. Kennedy? They've left. All of them."

The policeman returned to his work after answering.

Paul inwardly cursed in depression and turned away.

...

In Royal Galaxy Restaurant, Sylvia sat at the table with James and Romeo.

Then she said to the waiter, "Three ice creams, please. My favorite flavor."

"Okay, Miss Andrews."

A short moment later, three ice creams were served.

The boys blushed slightly and hesitated to have them.

James tightened his grip on the spoon. He always thought ice cream was girls' food and never had it,

let alone eat it in a high-end restaurant like Royal Galaxy.

He was worried about his public image.

However, Romeo wasn't. After hesitating for a moment, he took a bite. "Wow! I like it."

He nudged James. "Why are you hesitant? My goddess invited us to have ice cream. Do you want to

let her down?"

A smile touched Sylvia's lips. She stared at them gently and said tenderly, "The ice cream is yummy.

James, are you sure you don't want to try it?"

Her voice made James tighten his grip on the spoon again. He had never thought his name could

sound so lovely after Sylvia called it.

For many years, he thought Franklin's name was much better than his and Poppy's.

James disliked his name. However, he loved his name after Sylvia called him.

Looking at her expectantly, he wished she could call his name again.

"Why are you staring at me? What's wrong?" Sylvia asked.

"Nothing. Nothing." James shook his head and quickly got a spoonful of ice cream to have a bite.

Sylvia noticed he was using his left hand. "Has your right hand been injured?"

"Nope." James stubbornly hid his right hand behind him.

"Why are you using your left hand, then? You've been wounded, but you don't want to admit it," Romeo

exposed him naughtily.

James hit Cameron so hard that the skin of his right hand was broken.

"I can deal with your wound," Sylvia asked the waiter to fetch the first-aid kit and dealt with his wounds

with the cotton swabs. "When you fight, you need skills instead of only strength."

Then she put the medicine to his wounds.

James was attracted by her words instantly. She didn't mock him but reminded him gently. James

wondered what she meant.

Thinking about her fighting skills, he became excited.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down. Munching the ice cream, he asked, "Sylvia, do you..."

"I have a few friends attending the fighting training weekly. If you guys are interested, you can join

them," said Sylvia. She tossed the used cotton swabs into the trash can.

Romeo stared at her, widening his eyes. "Goddess... I have studied martial arts since I was little. I can't

learn from another master."

Sylvia glanced at him and continued to have her ice cream. "Your family has already become a

merchant family instead of the martial arts one. Does your brother practice his fighting skills every

day?"

Romeo was still stunned.

However, Sylvia's words made sense. Paul always dealt with the files and the company clients. In the

past, he attended the training every day. However, he reduced it to once per week. Gradually, he would

only practice martial arts once biweekly or once per month because he was too busy.

"I'd love to join them, Sylvia," James answered excitedly. He almost burst into tears. In the Maskelyne

family, he had been living under Franklin's halo. For the first time, a person cared about him so much

and offered him advice.

Sylvia said, "OK. You can start tomorrow. I'll let my friend pick you up after class. Then you can go to

the training center yourself after knowing the address."

When Franklin entered Royal Galaxy Restaurant, he glanced around. His gaze finally fell on a table in

the corner.

A charming woman had ice cream with two boys.

They enjoyed it a lot, as joyful as three kids.

Franklin looked steely and aloof, but he instantly became the lobby's focus.

He was born a center of the crowd, always attracting others' attention.

Approaching them, he faintly heard their conversation.

"Goddess, do you really let him practice martial arts? I..." Romeo asked. He often chirped, annoying

Franklin.

"Don't worry, Sylvia. I'll practice hard. Then I can protect you in the future." James slightly blushed.

Thinking about sheltering Sylvia, he was overexcited.

"Ehn. You are physically strong. You can make progress pretty soon," Sylvia remarked positively.

James almost cheered.

Romeo glared at him jealously as his goddess praised James. He believed he was much more robust

with a better foundation than James.

Gazing at them coldly, Franklin wondered what they were talking about.

He noticed James' face was reddened, worship and admiration glimmering in James' eyes.

'Damn it!'

Franklin strode toward them and sat in the empty chair.

The three were shocked, looking at him.

"Franklin?" Sylvia furrowed her brows.

She didn't expect him to not give up and still follow them.

"What have you ordered?" As soon as he spoke, he emanated a superior aura. The two boys were too

scared to utter a word.

Romeo felt stressed when sitting at the same table.

Franklin's aura was several times stronger than Paul's. Romeo admired James and Sylvia for keeping

calm in his presence.

Especially Sylvia could match Franklin in temperament.

Romeo was proud of her.

Sylvia answered coldly, "Mr. Maskelyne, we ordered dishes for three persons only."

She wanted to send him away.

Franklin noticed the gloves on her hands again, wondering why she was wearing them.

A bad hunch surged in his heart.

Lilian's autopsy report flashed through his mind – she had painted her body with poison.

His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a guess.

Franklin seized Sylvia's wrist, gazing at her intensely. Studying her expression carefully, he snapped,

"Come with me."

"What are you doing, Franklin?" James exclaimed.

Sylvia was shocked by the fierceness on his face. "Franklin, we're in Royal Galaxy, not your house."

Franklin stared daggers at her sternly. His thin lips were pressed together. In silence, he dragged her

toward the restroom.

"What are you doing?"

Sylvia struggled but failed to break free, so she had to follow him.

James and Romeo worriedly gazed at their receding figures. Romeo nudged James and asked, "Will

your brother hit my goddess?"

"I-I don't think so... He's not a violent mania," James muttered but lacked confidence.

After pulling Sylvia into the men's room, he locked the door from the inside.

Before Sylvia reacted, she had been pressed against the door.