Chapter 7

There came praises from the Emkathish on the plane.

"The captain's Emkathi is the most professional and fluent I've ever

heard.”

"His Emkathi is perfect!"

"And his Curesh is also very good.”

Sylvia heard their praises clearly.

Jasper looked proud, "Mrs. Maskelyne, Master Franklin is really an

excellent man, isn't he?"

"He's my husband, of course, he's very excellent.” Sylvia smiled and

praised.

Because she knew that Jasper would report to Franklin everything she

had said and done.

It was 11 p.m. when they arrived at Lleilaga.

As soon as she got off the plane, Sylvia sneezed.

Although she was wearing a yellow dress and a khaki windbreaker, the

night was so cold that she felt a chill.

Jasper accompanied her while they waited for Franklin.

Franklin came out after his work was done.

He was followed by Elsa and several stewardesses. They were all

good-looking.

Franklin, in particular, was tall and extremely handsome in his uniform.

Sylvia showed a sweet smile at him, but at the thought of their coming

divorce, she didn't say anything intimate to him in front of his

colleagues.

She just quietly stood by Jasper.

"Captain Franklin, see you tomorrow night."

"Captain Franklin, bye!"

Elsa and the stewardesses said goodbye to him and they parted.

"Mr. Howlett came with his girlfriend on a business trip?"

“I don't think so. Maybe she's Captain Franklin's wife?"

"She looks like she has just turned twenty and our captain is already

28. How could he marry someone that younger than him?"

"Captain Franklin is a proud and serious man, I don't think she's his

type," Darcie said, with a snort.

As soon as she spoke, none of the other stewardesses said anything

more. After a while, they began to talk about something else.

They drove to the hotel.

Franklin took Sylvia's hand as soon as they got in the car. "Why is your

hand so cool?"

“It's a little cool at night.” Sylvia leaned her head against his shoulder.

If it wasn't for the fact that they were getting a divorce, they really

seemed like a loving couple.

After arriving at the hotel room, Sylvia took a bath and went to bed to

sleep.

She felt a little drowsy.

When Franklin came out after the shower and saw that she was asleep,

he lay down in bed next to her. When he was about to turn off the

lights, he found that Sylvia's body was very hot.

"Sylvia?"

Sylvia's eyes were closed, and she looked soundly asleep.

Franklin touched her forehead and frowned, "Why is it so hot?"

Looking at Sylvia's strange flushed face, he called the room service,

"Could you call a doctor over? It will be best if it's a female doctor.”

About ten minutes later, the doctor arrived with the medical kit.

The doctor took Sylvia's temperature and found that she was having a

fever.

"It seems this lady has caught a cold. Sir, will you help me take off her

clothes?" said the female doctor, looking at Franklin. “She needs an IV."

Franklin looked worried and started taking off Sylvia's clothes for her.

The doctor gave Sylvia an IV, and then prescribed some medicine for

her before she left.

In the middle of the night, Franklin would occasionally touch Sylvia to

feel her body temperature. He was worried that her fever might not go

down.

In her sleep, Sylvia felt uncomfortable all over, and even her breath

became hot.

She tossed and turned in bed uneasily and slowly opened her eyes. As

soon as she opened her eyes, she met Franklin's deep eyes. He had

been looking at her.

She sat up in bed and stroked her forehead. "What time is it now?"

"Four o'clock in the morning.”

"Why aren't you asleep?” She looked at Franklin and frowned.

"Now that you are up, take the pills." Franklin got out of bed and poured

her a glass of water. Then he handed her the pills.

"Why do I need the pills?" Sylvia looked a little puzzled at the pills in

her hand.

She never took pills.

Franklin frowned, "You know you are having a fever, right? I shouldn't

have asked you to come along.”

"No wonder I feel terrible." Although Sylvia didn't like taking medicine,

Franklin kept staring at her and she took it.

After taking the medicine, she rubbed her head against Franklin's chest

and spoke in a somewhat weak voice, “Thank you, sweetie."

Franklin must have called a doctor over when he found out she was

sick.

They had been married for four years and Sylvia knew that Franklin

was very tender. He had done all that he should as a husband.

Even though he had no love for her.

Seeing Sylvia acting adorably, Franklin wrapped his arms around her

waist, "Are you seducing me?"

Sylvia smiled. "I have had some sleep and I am energetic now. You

know what I mean, don't you?"

“You are having a fever, sweetie.” Franklin touched her head.

"You really don't want me?" Sylvia looked up at Franklin with tempting

eyes. Then, she looked around the room, which was obviously

decorated for couples. "We shouldn't let the room down, should we?"

Franklin couldn't withstand such temptation. He looked at her body and

couldn't help it anymore. "You wanted it."

He tore Sylvia's clothes, and the sound made the two even more

excited. Franklin told Sylvia to lie on top of him so that she didn't need

to do any work and just needed to enjoy it.

Maybe it was because of the coming divorce that the two of them

wanted to release the negativity by having crazy sex.

Sylvia slept until it was almost noon the next day.

Franklin handed a delicate box to her. "Wear this today.”

“I have taken spare clothes with me." Sylvia blinked. How considerate

was he to bring her clothes to change!

“It's raining outside," Franklin said domineeringly.

Sylvia did not say anything more. A good wife should obey her

husband.

She opened the box and found that it was Chanel's latest designed

coat of the season.

It was paired with a pair of trousers.

After washing up, she changed into them.

She walked to the window and looked at the drizzle outside, "What a

pity! We can't leave the room."

“Your fever has just gone down. We can go to the nearby shopping

mall, but we won't be doing any other outdoor activities," Franklin was

playing with his phone and said.

Sylvia opened the window and reached out her hand to catch the

rainwater. "Sweetie, look. Do you think God knows that we are going to

divorce, so he wants to ruin our last and only trip together?”

They were destined to have regrets in the marriage.

For the first time, Franklin said to Sylvia in an irritable tone. "Can you

stop talking about divorce?"

Sylvia closed the window and looked at him in astonishment. “You

proposed the divorce back then.”

“I will sign on it when we get back,” Franklin said and went straight into

the bathroom.

Sylvia rolled her eyes behind him. What did he mean? Had he changed

his mind?

Franklin lit a cigarette, smoked it, and slowly breathed it out. He felt

much better after that.