Chapter 3

Logan mumbled to himself. "That was right..."

After Sylvia walked back to her room and was about to take a shower,

her phone rang.

She picked it up and found it was Franklin.

"Hello?"

Franklin's voice with displeasure sounded, "Where have you gone?

Why haven't you come home? It's so late."

Sylvia was stunned. "We have just gotten divorced.”

Why did he call?

Why did he call to ask her home?

It was not the weekend. Why was he in the Townyer Villa?

"I haven't signed on the paper yet, so it's not valid.” Thinking of what

Jasper had said to him, Franklin couldn't help frowning.

Why could she be so indifferent toward the divorce?

After getting off work, he came straight back to the Townyer Villa.

However. The lights weren't on and they usually were.

After he walked into the house, there was no one inside and Sylvia

wasn't there.

It turned out she had packed up her things and left.

Sylvia tried to suppress her impatience and to keep a gentle voice.

"Honey, I have signed on the paper. It was you who proposed the

divorce."

If she snapped at him, who knew if he would change his mind about the

divorce?

By then she would have to figure something out to get him to agree to

the divorce.

She was busy and she had no time to play such a game with Franklin.

"Honey, will you come back home first?" Standing by the window,

Franklin looked outside at the houses that were brightly lit and said.

He looked like a loving husband who was urging his wife home.

Sylvia took a deep breath, "Okay. Wait for me for half an hour.”

After she went downstairs, she pulled a long face and didn't seem to be

happy at all.

The men in black saw the look on her face and got sweat all over their

heads. One of them plucked up his courage and asked, "Boss, where

are you going?"

“I'm going to the Townyer Villa," Sylvia spoke. She found it hard to

control her temper.

“Calm down, you would be able to divorce him soon.’

Logan followed her out, gloating, “I thought you were staying here?"

"Shut up!" Sylvia wished she could beat Franklin up, but she couldn't,

so she could only snap at Logan. "Go shoot 100 shots in the training

room before you go to sleep.”

"Boss!" Logan yowled.

However, as soon as she got in the car and closed the door, she drove

at an extremely fast speed.

The two men sitting in the back were startled by the speed. "Boss..."

"Ah!"

"Slower!"

They had long heard that it was scary taking Sylvia's ride, and now they

finally understood why. They both felt sick.

Sitting in the driver's seat, Sylvia was expressionless, staring at the

front with her eyes fixed ahead, grabbing the steering wheel and

stepping on the gas. She did all these in one move.

The two men sitting in the back had to admit that although they were

about to throw up, Sylvia looked really cool when she drove.

The ride originally would take an hour, but she drove so fast that it was

halved.

The car was parked at the entrance of the neighborhood. The two men

immediately got out of it and puked at the roadside flower beds, their

faces red.

“You are weak, you'd better get more training after you get back,"

Sylvia said with a frown. "It wasn't fast at all. If I drove at full speed,

would you die on the spot?"

She was tired of looking at the two tall men and walked into the

neighborhood in her high heels.

The villa district was a high-end neighborhood. The residents here were

all big shots or extremely rich men.

A house here was worth tens of millions of dollars, but it wasn't

appealing to Sylvia at all.

Sylvia really didn't want to come here again.

Unlocking the door with her fingerprint, she entered the house and saw

Franklin sitting on the sofa with a laptop on his knees.

Hearing the noises, he looked up at her. "Where have you been?"

"Searching for a house," Sylvia told a lie. Anyway, they were going to

divorce. Franklin had never cared about her whereabouts and what she

did in the four years and he wouldn't know them in the future.

“You really don't want this house?" Franklin closed his laptop and

waved at her.

Sylvia blinked, changed into a gentle face, and walked to the front of

him.

Before she could speak, Franklin pulled her into his arms and let her sit

on his lap.

Sylvia looked at him, grabbed his neck, and answered readily, "No."

“You were looking for a house, weren't you?" Franklin touched her hair

gently. “You won't have to look for one if you take this house."

“I'm lazy and this house is too big and too expensive for me to hire a

cleaning lady," Sylvia smiled brightly.

Looking at her smile, Franklin couldn't help saying, "Don't you think you

would miss out on a lot if you don't want anything?"

"You have never argued with me or mistreated me in the past four

years. I have always had the best things in the world," Sylvia said with

clear eyes. "I didn't miss out on anything."

Franklin gave her presents at every festival and the gifts that he had

sent her were all either luxurious, expensive, or rare.

Although they didn't have any feelings for each other, they had been

getting along in harmony with each other.

Franklin hugged Sylvia. "Don't you have any feelings for me? You can

have anything you want if you stayed by my side.”

It seemed that Sylvia didn't want anything. They had been married for

four years but she had never asked him for cars, houses, or money like

the other woman had.

Sylvia didn't reject his touch, she cuddled in his arms, with her eyes

languishingly squinted, like a kitten.

The marriage used to be a lifesaver for her.

It had saved her for four years and now it should end. She didn't want

money or to be loved like other women. All she wanted was just to stay

alive.

But just as Franklin had said, since they were going to get divorced,

they might as well cherish all the time they had left.

Thinking of this, she kissed him and hugged him tightly.

In the morning of late autumn, the air was fresh and somewhat cold.

Sylvia woke up from a kiss.

Franklin's lips were on hers. She pushed him and said in a sexy and

hoarse voice, "No..."

"Be a good girl." Franklin grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes

with his alluring eyes.

He had charming features, with a high nose and a noble temperament.

Sylvia mumbled, "But I'm exhausted..."

"That's why you need more exercise in bed.” Franklin chuckled, raised

her chin, and kissed her again.

In an instant.

Both of them were lured by desire and their bodies clung.

Sylvia was exhausted from the crazy sex in the morning. When she

woke up again, it was already at noon.