After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 800

"Jenna, after your competition is over, let's go have some alone time," Brayden said as he grabbed

Jenna's hand.

The young girl's delicate face blushed slightly and she gave him a shy glare. "Stop it."

Franklin ignored Brayden and started grilling. He had a few skewers of wild chicken wings and some

chicken legs.

He wore a black polo shirt on top and matching pants on the bottom. His long fingers held the bamboo

skewers with the chicken wings, looking handsome in the smoky haze.

Smoke wafted from the rooftop while yellowish lights glowed around them, accompanied by laughter

from their group of friends.

In that moment, Jenna forgot about the competition pressure as she took a big bite of rabbit meat.

"Delicious!"

Seeing her enjoy it made Brayden feel accomplished so he grilled a few more deer meat skewers for

her to try. "You'll love this too."

After Franklin finished grilling the chicken wings, he picked up a wet towel to wipe Sylvia's hands

before handing her one of his grilled skewers. "Try it out."

He always took care of Sylvia with great attention to detail without ever showing impatience or any

signs of chauvinism because he didn't need that kind of validation! So when other men bullied women,

he despised them greatly.

Being manly wasn't about being stronger than women but rather in other aspects like personal abilities

or financial stability; not competing against women all the time.

That was why Franklin always treated Sylvia kindly and carefully like now when he was cooking for her

while wiping her hands clean; feeling happy inside whenever she smiled at him gratefully because

nothing could replace this kind of feeling for him.

Sylvia had slept so long that she was really hungry now so she ate two skewers of chicken wings along

with one leg plus drank red wine until there were no more left in front of her eyesight.

She sat down watching Franklin who was busy grilling nearby, his face almost flawless from where

Sylvia sat.

"I want to eat deer meat," Sylvia spoke softly covering up usual coldness in tone with smoke-like quality

instead.

"Here you go," Franklin handed over freshly-grilled deer meat just as soon as they were ready.

Jasper had no choice but to give Franklin two skewers of his own grilled meat since all the meat that

Franklin had grilled was given to Sylvia. As a result, Franklin discovered that all the meat he received

was venison.

Venison is rougher and harder to chew than wild chicken or rabbit, and it has a slightly gamey odor.

The two girls tried it but didn't touch it again after tasting it. On the other hand, the three men ate quite

a bit since venison is known for its nourishing properties.

Sylvia looked at how much they were eating and couldn't help feeling worried about overeating. Her

concerns proved valid.

As night fell, their rooftop barbecue came to an end.

Then she glanced at Franklin's slightly flushed face and raised her eyebrows teasingly, "Feeling hot

under the collar? Blood flowing faster?"

Franklin gave her a seductive look, "Does Dr. Sylvia want to take my pulse?"

The most obvious effect of eating venison is... well... you know what I mean.

Sylvia rolled her eyes at him, "Give me a break."

After hearing Sylvia's words, Jasper looked skeptically at his own piece of venison in hand; he felt like

Miss Andrews was hinting something with her words - could they not eat too much of this deer meat?

He quickly put down his piece of deer meat and started focusing on those chicken wings and legs

instead. Luckily, he ordered some lamb skewers.

Brayden actually thought that the venison tasted pretty good; he ended up eating several skewers in a

row. Just then, the waiter brought over several bowls of stewed deer blood: "These bowls are ready-

made by our kitchen staff - would you like them?"

Before Sylvia could answer him, Brayden reached out for one bowl. "I've eaten duck blood soup before

but never tried deer blood."

"Alas..." Sylvia just opened her mouth trying to stop him when Brayden took half bowlfuls in one gulp!

As she saw Brayden drink half bowlfuls of deer blood soup without hesitation, Sylvia couldn't help

feeling sorry for Jenna who still held onto her phone playing games without realizing any danger

approaching.

Brayden had been in high spirits lately due to his father's promotion followed by Jenna winning first

place in piano competition again.

He couldn't resist drinking more wine than usual tonight, and now having half bowlfuls of stewed deer

blood made him feel like there was fire running through his veins.

His body was already full with alcohol, and now mixed with fresh nutrients from this dish, his head spun

momentarily .

"Why do I feel a little dizzy in the head?" He shook his head.

Sylvia said helplessly, "Deer meat is already very nourishing, and you ate so much of it. Not to mention

deer blood, you..."

"Isn't it good to have nourishing food?" Brayden frowned.

"Don't drink it, please," Sylvia tapped Franklin and said, "That's enough. Let's go back to our room."

Jenna had finished eating and stood up when she heard they were leaving. As she looked up, she met

Brayden's wolf-like eyes.

She blinked her eyes and her face inexplicably turned red.

Brayden had a slight headache.

If he didn't return to the room soon, he suspected that he would explode and die.

After leaving the top floor, Jasper gave some money to the waiter and then followed everyone into the

elevator.

Brayden tightly held Jenna's soft little hand.

The air was filled with a subtle and enticing fragrance, emanating from the young woman.

Each breath he took was both tormenting and alluring.

Inside the elevator, he was taut and tense, every muscle in his body rigid and strained.

He suppressed the burning heat and desire coursing through his veins, enduring it until they reached

the doorstep of the room.

The door of the room slammed shut as he left.

Jasper, who lived across from him, was startled and asked, "Why are you closing the door so hastily?"

Sylvia wickedly pulled out the room card and said, "Jasper, remember to be careful when consuming

deer blood or anything like that. Otherwise, you'll become as impatient as he is."

This was a blatant mockery.

Jasper immediately understood and couldn't help but glance at the door of the room opposite.

As soon as they stepped into the room, Brayden forcefully pressed Jenna against the door, his

scorching breath enveloping her. His lips constantly caressed hers, sending shivers down her spine.

"Jenna... I can't take it anymore."

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However, they never crossed that final intimate boundary.

Jenna's face was flushed, delicate and lovely like a blooming apricot blossom, evoking sympathy and

affection.

He knew only too well the torment and anguish he was feeling. He wanted to relieve himself of it

immediately, but he needed Jenna's consent first.

"If... if you don't agree, I'll go take a cold shower," Brayden said, his handsome face turning red as he

rushed into the bathroom.

No matter what happened, he would never hurt Jenna. Once she agreed to be with him, there was no

running away.

Jenna might be naive and foolish at times, but she understood what Brayden meant when he spoke.

She stood at the door of the bathroom biting her lip while listening to the sound of water gushing out

continuously from inside. What if Brayden fell ill?

After much hesitation and with her fingers on the doorknob of the bathroom door, she finally opened it.

"Brayden..."

Brayden's entire body turned red as if on fire. Even his breath felt scorching hot; every drop of cold

water that touched his skin seemed to turn into boiling hot water instead. It didn't cool him down;

instead it made him feel even hotter than before until he could hardly breathe anymore.

Just when he thought everything was about to collapse around him...

A soft voice suddenly sounded in his ears - a girl's voice - and then Jenna stepped inside.

In another room, Franklin raised an eyebrow while rubbing Sylvia's neck with his thick palm which had

a slight callus on it that made her shiver all over involuntarily.

"What are you doing?" She pushed him away gently.

"Honey," Franklin whispered lowly as if trying not to wake anyone up nearby. "Have you ever thought

about what you're going through right now when you laugh so happily at Brayden?"

Suddenly tearing open his polo shirt buttons revealing a strong chest underneath where nothing else

remained except for thin clothing material covering only part of it.

Sylvia couldn't help but turn her head away blushing furiously.

But Franklin held onto her small hand tightly in one hand while using another finger nail which had

been trimmed roundly scratching against Sylvia's chest making clear sounds that showed off how

powerful Franklin's heartbeat was.

Sylvia blushed even more intensely than before.

It was an insane night for both couples, one experiencing sensations she'd never felt before while

Jenna woke up feeling sore all over like she'd been run over by a truck several times already.

Meanwhile, Brayden sat beside her bed looking refreshed yet deep-eyed watching over her intently

without saying anything at all.

Jenna couldn't help but blush again. She never thought she would be so intimate with a man one day...

All the embarrassing and heart-pounding scenes from last night came flooding back to her, and she

had become a woman.

"I'm sorry, you still have to compete today... If I've affected your performance..." Brayden felt a little

guilty.