Chapter 87

“She could beat up a boxing champion in the ring. Is she tender?

thought Franklin.

He guessed Sylvia won Mrs. Wright's favor because she appeared

obedient and cute in front of Mrs. Sylvia.

He was also tricked by her during their four-year marriage.

Sylvia picked up her teacup and took a sip. She looked up. Finding

Franklin still standing there. She was surprised, "Don't you go after

her?"

"No!"

Franklin suddenly got up and took her to leave.

"Auntie, let me stay alone with Sylvia for three minutes.”

Sylvia's wrist was grabbed by him, and she felt pain. He exerted so

much strength that she felt pain.

Was he angry?

Sylvia was dragged out of the room by him.

The bathroom door was slammed shut. He was so angry that he lost

his mind for the time being.

"Sylvia, explain to me! I want your explanation.”

Sis? Master Keturah?

Franklin flared up.

Sylvia looked at him quietly.

"Franklin, you have never asked me what the relationship between me

and Master Keturah is. Also, you have never asked me if I am Master

Keturah. Why should I be blamed?"

Sylvia leaned against the wall, looking nonchalant.

Franklin put his big hand on her neck and said in a cold voice, "Are you

blaming me for not paying much attention to you and not knowing you

well enough?”

Sylvia looked at him. An odd feeling rose inside. "Franklin, I didn't mean

that. Why do I need your attention?"

"Sylvia, what are you keeping from me?" Franklin's voice was

frightening.

He tightened his grip on Sylvia's neck, "Don't let me guess it."

"Did I let you do that? You enjoy playing this game very much, don't

you? You are the one that asks for a meeting with Master Keturah."

Sylvia moved her neck. His grip made her very uncomfortable.

"Franklin, Mrs. Wright is waiting for me. You'd better... Hmm..."

Her lips were sealed.

A little bit worried about Sylvia, Mrs. Wright chased after them and saw

them going into the bathroom.

She came to the bathroom and suddenly heard the strange sound

coming from inside.

As a married woman, Mrs. Wright knew what it meant.

She was a little bit confused.

What was going on? Were Franklin and Sylvia a couple? She recalled

what had happened. It seemed that Frank treated Sylvia differently.

She watched Franklin grow up, so she knew Franklin's character very

well. It was the first ime she had seen him care so much about a

woman.

She heard that Franklin was married.

Maybe Sylvia was his wife?

Mrs. Wright was confused.

The light in the bathroom was dim and Sylvia was against the wall with

a flush on her face.

Franklin's face was full of envy, "You care about so many people, like

Logan, the twins, and even Mrs. Wright. They know you much better

than me. They..."

The jealousy drove him mad.

He was not a saint. He couldn't accept the fact that he didn't even have

a basic understanding of his wife who had been with him for four years

Sylvia interrupted him, “Franklin, during our four-year marriage, I never

told you anything about me, because I don't think it is necessary. You

and I know it's just a loveless contract marriage. Also, you have never

tried to get to know anything about me. You don't care about my family,

my hobbies, and my life. What you need me to do is to wait at home for

you to come back. So, isn't it absurd to blame me for not telling you and

say you don't know me at all?"

"We know well how to excite each other's bodies, and that's all." After

Sylvia said that, she opened the door and turned away to leave without

looking at him.

When she returned to room number one, the waitress at the door said

in a low voice, "Miss Andrews, Mrs. Wright has just left because she

has something to deal with. And she asked me to inform you."

"I see." Sylvia nodded, pulled the door open, and went in.

Franklin stood in the bathroom for a long time without moving.

Wright Residence.

As soon as Brayden entered the door, his mother came back.

He took a look at Mrs. Wright's traditional dance, feeling a headache.

"Mom, can you not wear bizarre dresses? Traditional dresses don't fit

you at all."

“You know nothing!" Mrs. Wright glared at him, threw her customized

bag onto the sofa, and kicked off her shoes.

“I am promoting the traditional culture. Have you ever been to Radisson

Royal Restaurant? Do you have a gold membership card there? To

level with you, I have a diamond card. Sibbie told me that only five

members own diamond cards. I am one of them."

"All right. I don't like drinking tea, so I'm not interested in that place,”

Brayden said with resignation.

He was a little jealous that his mother had a very good relationship with

Master Keturah.

"Hum, come here." Mrs. Wright sat on the sofa and waved to his son.

"What?" Brayden walked over confusedly and sat down beside his

mother.

"How is the relationship between Frank and his wife? Are they on bad

terms?" Mrs. Wright took his son's hand and looked into his eyes. "You

mustn't lie to me. Be honest, okay?"

"Mom, why did you ask about Frank?" Brayden's mouth twitched.

"I am serious!" Mrs. Wright patted Brayden, "Just tell me!"

"He got divorced about a month ago." Brayden sat on the sofa lazily

and flicked his fingers, his legs spread. "Frank is annoying. He has

married for so many years, but he hides his wife and never introduces

her to me.”

"He really divorced?" Mrs. Wright's eyes widened.

"Sure, Frank never lies to me." Brayden tilted his head. "Anyway, there

is no love between them. They got married just for the sake of the old

Maskelyne."

Mrs. Wright took a long breath, "That's good news."