Chapter 188

Franklin leaned against the wall, his slender legs bent at will as he

looked up at Sylvia, whose face was pink.

He saw the shy little girl that she used to be by the time they just

married.

He raised his lips slightly, "I want you more."

"Wash the vegetables!" Sylvia angrily shoved the vegetables into the

man's hand.

But somehow, she blushed and her heart raced.

She lowered her head, and her long hair fell casually from her

shoulders, revealing only half of her face.

Franklin turned on the faucet and started washing the vegetables.

After it was done, he looked around and saw the woman skillfully

chopping vegetables.

Her pointing nose and rosy lips were very beautiful. She was focused

on chopping vegetables.

Her long eyelashes cast a shadow around her eyes.

Maybe she was annoyed by her hair, Sylvia took the rubber band off

her wrist to tie her hair up.

Franklin took her small hand.

“I'l help you."

His voice sounded behind her, sultry and charming.

Sylvia paused and her hand stiffened.

Franklin took the rubber band and tied her hair carefully.

It was a simple ponytail.

Before they divorced, Franklin occasionally helped her tie her hair.

So, he was skillful.

When they were husband and wife, such an intimate act was normal.

But now, his behavior made her heart which had just gone back to

normal began to pound again.

"Sweetie, I like to tie your hair, and I like that you cook for me every

day. Please, moved back." Franklin couldn't help but speak when he

saw that Sylvia was silent with her head lowered.

The proud man was begging her.

Sylvia raised her eyes to look at him. Franklin seemed to be less

domineering and more patient now. His temper got better.

He had a strong aura. Even if he was in the kitchen, he seemed to have

an aura of a king.

Sylvia ignored him. She calmed herself down and said lightly, “I'm

going to cook the vegetables."

"Beef with carrots? Meat with vermicelli?" Franklin asked, pursing his

lips.

"How do you know?" Sylvia raised her eyebrows.

Franklin curled his lips slightly. "I was just guessing."

He then sat down at the table, quietly waiting for Sylvia while she was

cooking.

He had already had a plan of how to show his love later.

Sylvia had no idea of Franklin's crazy idea.

She was cooking skillfully.

Within an hour, she cooked four dishes and a soup.

When she was about to ask Franklin to take out the dishes, she found

that Franklin was taking pictures of the dishes!

Sylvia didn't understand. Those were just ordinary homemade dishes.

Why did he take pictures?

Jasper came over to help serve the food.

He swallowed, secretly laughing at Franklin's childish way of showing

affection.

He knew that Franklin would post the pictures on Twitter.

But he didn't dare to say a word.

So, he stayed quiet while helping out.

Sylvia sat down, pick up her fork, and looked at Franklin suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

Franklin put away his phone without blushing, and then looked up at

her, "It's in vogue now to post photos of food on Twitter and Instagram.”

Sylvia frowned. "So?"

"Oh, I tweeted.”

Franklin picked up his fork and began to eat. "Beef tastes nice."

On Twitter at this time, Franklin mentioned the person who guessed

what Sylvia would cook and said, "Congratulations, you guessed right!

Mrs. Maskelyne not only made beef with carrots, and meat with

vermicelli, but also some potatoes and vegetables, as well as some

grape almond soup! All taste perfect!"

Then he posted a picture of the dishes.

People were excited seeing the tweet.

"Mrs. Maskelyne is such a good cook!"

"Wow! Those dishes are so ordinary!"

“I thought rich people must eat fancy foods. Mr. Maskelyne's life is not

that different.”

“Last time Mr. Maskelyne asked Mrs. Maskelyne to cook, all were

simple dishes too."

“Look nice. I am hungry.”

“I am so curious about Mrs. Maskelyne's look."

"She got nice hair."

"Mr. Maskelyne is a lucky man."

Franklin enjoyed reading the comments.

Sylvia noticed Franklin's wicked smile while eating.

She thought for a second and then put down her fork, took her phone,

and checked Twitter.

Then... she was stunned.

"Franklin, are you crazy? Why did you donate more than 110 million

dollars to my foundation?"

Franklin didn't deny it. He smiled, saying in a doting tone, "My dear, you

like doing charity. I should support you."

Sylvia was lost for words.

Franklin made her famous in an instant.

Well...

Cool!

She had been on the trends twice within two days.

The first time was about the donation and the second was about the

dishes she cooked.

Those ordinary dishes were not worth showing off at all.

Why did he post the pictures on Twitter?

A trace of helplessness showed up on her beautiful face. She could do

nothing about Franklin. He was a nutcase.

He always did crazy things and talked about them like they were

nothing.

Just like now, he was asking for rewards with that handsome face.

"Don't do this again, your money doesn't grow on trees." Sylvia tried the

soup. "Charity is a good thing but don't do it with such a high profile.

Anyway, just remember what I said."

"Sweetie, are you caring about me? Don't worry, all my money is

earned in legal ways. I am not afraid of being investigated,” Franklin

said confidently.

Joy showed up between his eyebrows.

Was Sylvia caring about him?

That was a big step and a good sign.

Did it mean their relationship was much better than before?

Sylvia looked at the Twitter account that Franklin registered for her

behind her back and felt a headache.

She got tons of messages from her followers.