Chapter 747

Chapter 747

Sylvia glanced at him and thought of Mrs. Wright in Larro, who even

though had lost her memory, still knew how to stew the pork rib soup

that Monica had taught her.

There are some emotions in this world that will never change or

disappear due to time and space.

"Don't mention it, we're all family," Sylvia spoke softly, a hint of light

flashing in her beautiful eyes.

Franklin quickly scanned through the documents and once he finished,

he looked up at Sylvia with an intense and eager gaze.

"Has the court hearing time been scheduled?"

Brayden nodded. "10 AM, the day after tomorrow."

"Okay."

Franklin suppressed the palpitations in his heart. With the evidence

Sylvia brought, he could achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Several people called hotel room service together, had dinner together

and then dispersed.

Sylvia and Franklin went straight to their own rooms.

She just pushed the door open, but hadn't stepped inside yet.

Suddenly, the man reached out his long arm and pulled her inside. In

the next second, she found herself pinned against the wall by the man,

who towered over her, looking down with a condescending gaze.

The voice was hoarse and hot, "Simeon is more handsome than me?"

Sylvia: "..."

How did he know she complimented Simeon?

She frowned slightly, thinking about Jasper's suspicious behavior.

Without guessing, she knew for sure that Jasper tattled again.

“Does he run through the emergency exit because he doesn't want to

bump into me in the elevator?"

"Because you have a boyfriend, you won't hug him?" Franklin extended

his slender fingers and lifted Sylvia's pointed chin.

"Being so pure and virtuous, my dear... how should I reward you?"

Sylvia's face was slightly flushed, and a rosy hue appeared on her fair

and smooth face.

Franklin's unique male scent lingered between their breaths, making

her blush and feel embarrassed.

She can't take it anymore.

"Well... can you let me go first? I'm a bit tired and want to take a

shower," Sylvia's voice was hoarse as she spoke. Her usually cold tone

now seemed to have warmth in it.

To Franklin's ears, it sounded like a subtle seduction.

He gave a slight smile, his fingers gently brushing aside the strands of

hair on her forehead before planting a kiss. "Feed me first," he

whispered, “then we'll talk."

The next morning, sunlight streamed in through the window. Sylvia sat

up feeling a bit groggy and achy all over. Memories of last night's blush-

inducing moments flooded back, making her feel a little embarrassed.

The room felt chilly and she got out of bed, washed up quickly, and

walked into the living room where she heard Franklin shuffling through

some files.

Sylvia had always been light on her feet when walking, especially when

the man was focused on something else. She quietly approached him

from behind as he sat at his desk looking over some papers.

As she got closer to him, Sylvia couldn't help but notice how broad and

sturdy Franklin's back looked - it gave her a sense of security that

made her smile inwardly. But then again, why was she thinking such

childish thoughts? Security was something you gave yourself; it wasn't

something someone else could provide for you.

She kept walking until she stood right behind him watching as he wrote

notes with his pen onto the papers in front of him - his handwriting

strong and elegant.

For some reason unknown to Sylvia herself, seeing Franklin writing like

that filled her heart with an inexplicable warmth.

"Have you seen enough?" asked Franklin turning slightly towards her

with a mischievous grin on his face.

Sylvia felt caught off guard - did he know all along that she had been

standing there?

Franklin's long fingers held the pen firmly as he wrote another line onto

one of the pages before tearing it off neatly and handing it to Sylvia

who took it curiously wondering what he had written this time around.

Upon reading what was written on the paper however made Sylvia

burst out laughing softly. “You're such a tease."

The note read: "When I look into your eyes, I see oceans, blue skies;

but more than anything I see our beautiful future together!"

It wasn't too cheesy or overly sentimental but still managed to be quite

flirtatious which surprised Sylvia given how cold-hearted Franklin

usually acted around others.

She smiled happily at this unexpected side of him while feeling softness

spread throughout every inch of her being like clouds parting way for

sunshine after rain showers have passed overhead...

Suddenly, she reached out and gently, from behind, wrapped her arms

around his strong waist.

She pressed her delicate cheek firmly against his back.

Franklin was taken aback for a moment before asking, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to hug you," Sylvia's voice was slightly muffled.

She had been lacking warmth in her life for too long.