After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 119

The smile on Paul's face became broader.

Sylvia ate the rib picked by him.

Romeo secretly praised his older brother for his excellent performance.

Franklin looked stern, watching the scene icily. Then his gaze fell on the rib, his eyes glittering with

anger.

The next second, he started to shell the lobsters. His slender, artwork-liked fingers worked fast. Several

Boston lobsters were shelled shortly after.

"Hiss!" he suddenly grasped.

Others looked over, only to find the blood on a finger of his right hand.

Franklin stared at the wound expressionlessly. Then he looked at Sylvia and complained, "It hurts."

Others were shocked by his words.

He looked as if he was repressing the tremendous pain. "I'd better be tolerant."

With those words, he pushed the shelled lobsters to Sylvia. "For you, Sylvia."

Everyone could tell he was trying to act cute.

He behaved too awkwardly but was still attractive, especially since he had such a lovely face.

Sylvia glanced at the lobster and then at Franklin, who was as noble as a prince. She thought he

wasn't only abnormal but also dramatic.

'Mr. Maskelyne, you are always an overbearing, cold man. Why are you so dramatic now?' thought her.

While she was wondering, Franklin kept an aloof look and reached his injured finger to her. "It still

bleeds. Dr. Andrews, can you help me?"

Sylvia grabbed a paper napkin, covered his wound, and tied a bowknot. "Are you happy with my help,

Mr. Maskelyne?"

The bowknot was too adorable for such a man of status.

However, Franklin replied in satisfaction, "Dr. Andrews, I want to have the orange chicken. Can you

please pick some for me? My right-hand hurts. I'm afraid I cannot use a fork now."

Once again, Sylvia inwardly mocked him for being so childish.

Poppy gaped at them as she had never expected her brother to be so.

In her opinion, Franklin was always aggressive, cold-hearted, and ruthless.

However, he behaved so shamelessly now.

Compared to him, her tricks to gain Sylvia's favor were nothing.

James winked at Romeo triumphantly. 'Look. My brother's more skilled.'

James inwardly praised Franklin. He never wanted Franklin and Sylvia to break up.

Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee bowed their heads while munching the food in silence.

Franklin changed his image in their mind again.

Jasper was also shocked. 'Bravo, Mr. Maskelyne!' However, he was worried as Sylvia might not be

cooperative.

As he expected, Sylvia parted her lips and called over a waiter. "Mr. Maskelyne is injured. Please help

him have lunch."

"Yes, Miss Andrews." The waiter picked up a serving spoon, looking at Franklin with a sincere smile.

"Mr. Maskelyne, which dish would you like to have now?"

Franklin's eagle-sharp eyes narrowed. He said, sounding aggressive, "Sylvia, my stomach hurts."

Paul almost smashed his fork onto Franklin's face. 'How shameless!'

He naturally picked up more food for Sylvia, staring at Franklin.

The latter almost went ballistics. Pushing the lobster closer to Sylvia, he said, "Sylvia, this one is more

nutritious."

A faint smile blossomed across Sylvia's face. Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Her features were exquisite. When she looked stern, she emanated aloofness. However, when she

smiled, her face was glowing.

Her smile seemed to light up the room. All people at the table were stunned.

Franklin gazed at her intensely. He asked mellowly in a seductive tone, "What are you laughing about?"

"You helped me shell the lobsters. Thanks, Franklin." Sylvia stood up while she spoke. She picked up

his plate and started putting food on it, all Franklin's favorite dishes.

After that, she said to the waiter, who stood next to Franklin but was ignored by him, "You can go back

to your work. He's just too dramatic. Thanks for your help."

Sylvia was the only woman in this world with the guts to remark Franklin to be dramatic.

However, Franklin stared at her expectantly, looking as if he was waiting for her to feed him.

Other people at the table couldn't believe their eyes at all.

As a man of status, Franklin exuded a strong aura. His eyes were intense and cold.

When he looked at someone, the person would naturally feel stressed.

However, when his gaze fell on Sylvia, his eyes were filled with fervency.

Anyone wise could tell he was obsessed with Sylvia.

Paul stared at him, his face dark, his eyes full of hidden emotions.

He had to admit that Franklin was skillful in gaining a woman's favor as he could play shameless tricks.

He didn't believe Franklin had a stomachache or the wound on his finger was severe.

Franklin just played the victim shamelessly to gain Sylvia's sympathy.

Noticing his gaze, Franklin scowled at Paul.

The Kennedy and Maskelyne families never got along. Much to Franklin's surprise, after Sylvia had

taught the Kennedy brothers a lesson, they became obsessed with her.

Narrowing his eyes, Franklin looked at the food that was picked up by Sylvia on his plate. He suddenly

asked, trying to hit Paul's raw nerves, "Mr. Kennedy, has the 3% stock price of Kennedy Firm

returned?"

His words sent Paul into a rage.

"Mr. Maskelyne, Kennedy Firm's stock has nothing to do with you."

Franklin elegantly put some food into his mouth, enjoying the taste. If Sylvia didn't know the owner of

Royal Galaxy Restaurant, he would feel much better.

"All right. Wish Kennedy Firm would turn the tables and its stock price would rise soon."

Franklin's mood became better.

Kennedy Firm's stock price kept decreasing. Besides, Sylvia didn't pick up food for either Paul or

Romeo.

Franklin hadn't realized how childish he had behaved and thought.

Everyone at the table felt the strong aura from Franklin. Looking at his intense eyes, they could tell his

complaint had eased to an unconcealed joy on his face.

No one figured out what was on his mind.

Although James was slow sometimes, he could tell Franklin was jealous after Paul tried to please

Sylvia earlier.

Suddenly, James realized that the Kennedy brothers had come to the restaurant because of him.

Judging from Franklin's strong desire for possession, James realized he was angry.

He wondered if Franklin would deduct his allowance.

With a pale face, he cast a glance at Sylvia pitifully. Then he muttered in an entreating voice, "Franklin,

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