After hanging up the phone, Sylvia returned to her room where Franklin was still sound asleep. She too was tired, having only
dozed off for a short while on the nest night and not slept well at all.
She quickly fell back into a deep sleep but was awakened by someone kissing her. Slowly opening her eyes, she met the gaze of
a man with captivating ck eyes that shone like obsidian.
"Honey..." The man''s maic voice rang in her ears as his muscr chest came into view. Sylvia''s eyes flickeredzily over his
tempting figure as she asked him what time it was.
"You guess," Franklin whispered hotly in her ear, his breath sending shivers down Sylvia''s spine and making her ears turn red.
What is this guy trying to do?
“Not gonna tell me?" She pouted and nced outside where it was very dark except for the moon hanging high in the sky near
their window. It must have been around eight or nine o''clock at least.
"Still mad?" Franklin smirked, looking handsome with a smile that lit up his face.
He gently lifted Sylvia''s slender waist with one hand and suggested they do something naughty to lighten up their mood instead.
Sylvia looked at him speechlessly but didn''t resist.
She wrapped her arms around his neck instead. "Honey... what should we do?"
Her enchanting gaze made it seem like she was some kind of fairy under the bright moonlight outside their window.
Seeing this made Franklin feel an intense heat rising inside him.
Early the next morning, a gentle drizzle started to fall from the sky. The strong winds from the previous day hadn''t brought any
storms; it was just a light rain.
The rustling sound of rain echoed in Sylvia''s ears as she slowly opened her eyes, gazing at the meandering raindrops on the
ss window.
Larro had mild weather all year round unlike Urgford which served as center of power amidst its fast-paced city life filled with
temptations, desires shing against each other while power struggles continued endlessly...
Sylvia shook off these thoughts before getting ready for another day ahead of them both...
The familiar bedroom, the familiar furnishings, the familiar bathroom - everything was so familiar. Even the skincare products
were her usual brand. It was as if everything was just like it was before she got divorced.
She walked calmly to the closet and gently opened its doors. As she had suspected, all of her clothes were still there - in styles
that she usually wore, with colorbinations and designs that matched her preferences.
Tears began to well up in her eyes.
Should she say he was affectionate or sentimental?
It would be a lie to say that her heart wasn''t moved by this gesture. Fortunately, she also had feelings for him; otherwise...
Thinking about how disappointed Franklin would be if things didn''t work out made her heart ache.
She went back into the bathroom to freshen up before putting on somefortable home clothes. When they left earlier, in order
to y their roles convincingly, Sylvia packed many of her own clothes into their luggage almost emptying out Franklin''s closet.
Now it was filled with items in Sylvia''s size and style...
There are some jokes on video apps like this.
"| don''t know what my girlfriend likes; I''m just an unromantic guy."
It''s not that you don''t know what your girlfriend likes; it''s just that you haven''t put any effort into getting to know or care for them...
so how could you possibly know what they like?
"You wonder why girls are never satisfied? | said I''ll buy it for her next time."
"| said I''ll introduce her to my parents next time."
Haha... being in love isn''t about talking big game but rather taking action!
As Sylvia applied skincare products onto face, she couldn''t help butugh softly at herself.
Wasn''t this admitting that Franklin did an excellent job?
Women are really easy to please - maybe with a closet full of clothes or bags or even lipstick and high heels.
“What are youughing about?" A strong arm wrapped around Sylvia from behind while his chin rested on top of shoulder looking
at their reflection in mirror with an amused expression.
Sylvia stood up on tiptoe and nted a kiss on his cheek."Because... | missed you," Her voice sweetly softening .
Franklin clearly paused for moment, looking somewhat dazed as he stared at Sylvia. In that moment, he suddenly couldn''t tell
where or when they were anymore.
It felt like her old self before they got divorced hade back again.
Before, Sylvia used to look at him with a charming smile, soft and delicate.
But back then, she was just a trophy wife in his eyes. His heart skipped a beat and his throat began to tighten. "Honey... it''s been
a while since you called me honey." This house was filled with their four-year marriage and all their memories. Suddenly, an
indescribable emotion surged within him. "I love you," he said.
Sylvia chuckled at his confession. "Why are you being so cheesy this early in the morning?" She raised her hand to yfully hit
his chest but he caught her small hand firmly in his own.
"I''m serious about my confession, Mrs. Maskelyne," he said with conviction. "Let''s go get our marriage license today."
He pulled out two identical white shirts from the closet - one for himself and one for Sylvia - saying that wearing matching outfits
would make it more ceremonial.
Sylvia looked at the two shirts that were practically couple outfits and asked incredulously, "You''ve already prepared everything?"
"I''ve been preparing every minute of every day," Franklin replied before giving her another kiss on the lips.
“Wait until | freshen up first before we leave," he added cheerfully as Sylvia nodded in agreement before heading downstairs.
The butler had gone to the market early that morning to buy some fresh ingredients for breakfast when Sylvia arrived downstairs.
“Look here, missus! The fish is so fresh today! And these mushrooms... not to mention these oilseed rape greens!" The butler
eagerly showed off what he had bought as soon as she came down.
Sylvia smiled at him warmly before suggesting they have some in congee along with stir-fried garlic oilseed rape greens and
vinegar-braised bean sprouts for breakfast.
"Okay then! I''ll start cooking right away!" The butler happily turned around and headed towards the kitchen muttering under his
breath how wonderful it was having the missus home again!
As Franklin came down stairs ready to leave, he saw Sylvia cooking breakfast which made him impatiently say. "We can eatter
after wee back."
Sylvia gave him an indifferent nce which made Franklin nervous enough that he grabbed her wrist tightly asking anxiously.
"Do you not want to go? Do you not want us together?"
He couldn''t help but begin thinking irrationally. "Have | been behaving badlytely? Am | annoying? Have | gotten ugly or old?"
"Or maybe... you''ve fallen for someone else?"
Franklin was being driven crazy by Sylvia''s attitude. She nced at the man with red eyes and couldn''t stand it, so she raised
her hand and knocked on his forehead. "If you''re so good at thinking, why don''t you go write some web novels? What are you
doing standing here?"
Franklin was stunned. "What?"
"Even if you''re in a hurry, you still
need to eat breakfast! Skipping
breakfast isn''t gad for ieee
sfornanh! He already made it." Sylvia
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Holding a te, she walked out.
Seeing this, Franklin quickly picked up another dish and followed her out.
The butler had bought some small steamed buns and some pies.
Although there were only two dishes, all three of them were satisfied after eating breakfast. After finishing their meal, Franklin
took Sylvia''s hand and walked out of the vi directly to get into his car.
He sat in the passenger seat himself after starting up the car.
His palms holding onto the steering wheel were slightly sweaty; his throat felt dry as he asked nervously. "Did we bring our IDs?
Did we bring our household registration books?"
Now he seemed like a nervous little boy or an old man who wouldn''t stop talking incessantly.
Sylvia didn’t know how many times she had answered him already. "Yes, we brought everything. Both yours and mine."
"That''s good then," Franklin took a deep breath before continuing. "Today isn''t Sunday right? They don''t take breaks, do they?"
Sylvia rubbed her forehead; where was that domineering CEO aura of his? Where was that high cold restraint? He just kept
rambling on endlessly.
However, looking at him like this made Sylvia feel sweet ripples in her heart instead of annoyance or frustration.
When they reached an intersection though, their car got stuck in traffic jammed with cars and people crowding around, making it
impassable.
Franklin became irritated immediately, honking loudly and asking what happened causing such congestion?
Sylvia tried to calm him down by patting his hand back and saying, "Don''t worry about it too much, dearie! This intersection is
usually very smooth flowing but looks like there''s been an ident."
Franklin turned green with anger,
saying, "Forget about it; let''s change
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In other words, they were stuck right in middle of road, unable to move forward nor backward until traffic cleared up.
"The road to happiness is strewn with setbacks," smiled Sylvia reassuringly while getting off from car door opening wide enough
for her to step outsidepletely before adding, "I''ll go see what happened.”
She stepped out of the car, immediately attracting the attention of many onlookers. She walked towards the area surrounded by
the most people.
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"My child!" A mournful cry reached Sylvia''s ears and she frowned before quickly pushing through the crowd to get closer.