Chapter 120

Franklin squinted. Then he stared daggers at James, sending fear to

his chest. "Shut up.”

James' heart sank.

However, he was unconvinced.

He thought, "You are so weird, Franklin. If you still have a desire for

possessions toward Sylvia and are jealous of other men pursuing her,

you shouldn't have divorced her.

Are you fond of the love game after divorce? Sylvia is your ex-wife now.

She has the freedom to dine out with any man she likes. It's none of

your business.’

The next second, James shook off his thoughts. He couldn't think that

way as he was unwilling to see Sylvia marry into the Kennedy family.

Nodding vigorously, James said, "Franklin, I... I can help you pick up

food."

Franklin refused him, "No, thanks. You cannot do it well."

James felt heartbroken. His brother just despised him.

After the lunch ended, Poppy and Paul argued about paying the bill.

Glaring at him, Poppy pouted. "What are you doing? It's on me. We've

agreed before lunch. I invited Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee to thank them

for their help. You can't pay it."

"Poppy, I'm a gentleman. I should pay the bill." Paul had never

expected to fight with a girl to pay for a bill.

"It doesn't make sense. Most people at this table are my family. It must

be my treat today.” Poppy pulled out her wallet angrily. Then she

swiped the card to pay the bill.

Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee were curious about Sylvia.

Mr. Carrillo asked, "Miss Andrews, what do you do for a living?"

“I'm a doctor,” Sylvia answered politely.

"I see." Mr. Carrillo nodded.

Mr. Mckee asked, "Miss Andrews, which department are you in?"

Sylvia replied politely, “The surgical department.”

The two mid-aged men exchanged a glance and looked away naturally.

"Miss Andrews, are you close to the restaurant owner?" Mr. Carrillo

asked.

“Not really. We are acquaintances only." Although the two mid-aged

men looked gentle and well-educated, they were too nosy.

They kept asking Sylvia questions.

Sitting aside, Franklin was all his ears to their conversation.

He felt relieved hearing Sylvia deny being a close friend of the

restaurant owner. He wondered if she was only close to the chef.

However, the chef looked abnormal and behaved like a five-year-old.

Gradually, he felt relieved.

After leaving Royal Galaxy Restaurant, Mr. Carrillo said to Sylvia, "Miss

Andrews, if you have time, can you share your working experience with

the students of the medical school of Vista University? When will you

be available?"

Franklin was unhappy upon hearing his invitation.

He was alert to other men, but much to his surprise, Mr. Carrillo also

wanted to pester Sylvia.

"Mr. Carrillo, I've been busy recently. I was assigned to a task at the city

hall. After it's over, I'll contact you to ensure the schedule.” Since Mr.

Carrillo and Mr. Mckee helped her identify Luca Ball earlier today,

Sylvia wanted to return the favor.

"Really?" Mr. Carrillo and Mr. Mckee exchanged an excited glance with

each other.

They didn't expect Sylvia to agree so quickly.

"I never break my promise." Sylvia beamed at them. "You can also

contact Logan Mertens directly. He called you earlier, didn't he?"

Only then did Mr. Carrillo recall that he had received a call from Logan

before, who also asked him about Luca.

He realized that Logan wanted to help Sylvia at that time as well.

He became more curious about Sylvia.

Upon hearing her ask Mr. Carrillo to contact Logan, Franklin wrapped

his arm around Sylvia's waist. "Mr. Carrillo, you can contact me for that

matter.”

His grip on her waist was so tight that it caused discomfort.

Although Sylvia was expressionless, she felt irritated.

To stop Franklin from touching her, she nudged him. In pain, Franklin

frowned but still gripped her without letting go.

“My belly hurts. How could Sylvia be so brutal to me?" his inner voice

complained.

Meanwhile, in the kitchen of Royal Galaxy Restaurant, a blonde man

looked down before the floor-to-ceiling window. He watched the tall,

slender man wrap his arm around Sylvia's waist.

The naiveness had already faded off from his blue eyes. He narrowed

his gaze, his aqua eyes full of jealousy.

Gazing at Franklin and Sylvia, he was almost drowned in his crazy

jealousy.

“Sibbie..."

Reaching out toward the woman downstairs subconsciously, he

muttered in a trembling tone, "Sibbie, it's been so many years, but

you've never paid attention to me."

For Sylvia, he stayed in H Rovirsa and Royal Galaxy Restaurant

willingly. Although she rarely showed up, he was still waiting for her.

However, she was now in another man's arms.

Piercing pain rose in his heart.

"Excuse me, Chef Gage. Are you going to cook other dishes today?" a

cook asked him respectfully.

Although Gage didn't know how to socialize with others and behaved

like a child, he was an expert in cooking. Therefore, all cooks in Royal

Galaxy Restaurant respected him.

Gage put away the anger and jealousy from his face, his blue eyes

becoming pure and innocent again. "I'm tired today. I won't cook other

dishes. Please go ahead to cook."

"All right.” The cook turned away, doubting why the chef looked

different from usual. Earlier, when he saw Gage, he dared not to speak

at all.

Gage's face was full of hostility and anger. The cook wondered if that

was his illusion.

At the restaurant entrance, the cars had been driven over.

Gazing at Franklin's hand on Sylvia's waist, Paul was annoyed.

Failing to repress his anger, he snapped, "Mr. Maskelyne, you're

married. It's inappropriate to behave so intimately with Miss Andrews,

isn't it? Aren't you afraid Mrs. Maskelyne will punish you after you return

home?"

Irritation sprung into Franklin's eyes. If he hadn't divorced Sylvia, he

could ask Paul to get out of sight and tell him Sylvia was his wife.

However, all Franklin could do was frown and reply coldly, "Mr.

Kennedy, what does my relationship with my wife have to do with you?"

Inwardly, he felt he sounded too weak by saying so.

He could embarrass Paul in public if he aggressively announced Sylvia

was his wife.

After divorcing Sylvia, he regretted it sometimes. However, he ignored

the feeling immediately.

He had never wondered why he repeatedly pestered Sylvia.

Right then, he truly regretted divorcing her.

If he had known Sylvia was so adorable and attractive to men, he

wouldn't have divorced her. Then he wouldn't need to be so alert to

other men.

Sylvia swung her waist to struggle, wishing to break free from his grip.

However, Franklin tightened his grasp on her waist and pressed her

into his Bentley.

Poppy watched Sylvia be taken away by Franklin overbearingly but

could do anything. She sat in her car in depression.

“Gee... You've divorced. Why do you fully occupy Sylvia?" she inwardly

bitched about her brother.