After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 436 The woman's long black hair was draped around her slender waist in the early morning breeze, flowing with the wind.

The slightly hooked red lips were delicate. Her almond eyes was smiling, and she wasn't angry though being rejected.

She wore a long white hooded sweatshirt that covered her black shorts and black Martin boots that outlined her straight and slender legs.

"Mr. Henderson, before you | go, how about we play a game of chess together?" Luka was stunned, "You know how to play chess?" "Alittle." Sylvia's eyes flashed slightly, "Let's play with the jade chess pieces | brought with me." Luka looked at her in amazement. He had lived here alone for some time and seldom talked with his neighbors.

Usually he planted vegetables after meals, and went out for a walk after that.

He loved to play chess. Sometimes he was really bored. He would play chess with his left and right hand as rivals against each other.

Now this young woman in front of him wanted to play chess with him? He slightly narrowed his eyes that were aging, "If you lose, don't cry or say I'm bullying you." "Mr. Henderson, if | win, will you agree to treat my friend?" Sylvia curled her lips, and her watery eyes glowed with confidence against the morning sun.

Seeing her confident look, Luka was curious.

Nowadays, young people like this woman didn't have the patience to sit around and play chess, and he didn't really believe Sylvia could play chess.

"Okay then, if you win, I'll help treat your friend." Luka stepped onto the stone path in the courtyard, the wind caressing his graying hair as he sat down at the small round table under the grapevine.

Sylvia followed and sat across from Luka.

The round table was placed with jade chess pieces, round and even in size.

The early morning sunlight fell through the gaps in the vines and spilled onto the chess pieces, emitting a gentle glow.

Luka's despondent-looking face was warm when he saw this scene.

He loved chess, and he loved his family even more.

Now his family was gone, but there was a chess set in front of him.

Sylvia had a faint smile on her face, "You go first." Luka looked askance at her, his fingertips stroking the round jade piece, "You are young. You should go first." Sylvia was not polite anymore, and her delicate fingers pinched a chess piece.

She looked like a weak woman, but she was very sharp in playing chess.

She was decisive, and could attack and defend.

She handled Luka's pieces with ease and without a trace of panic.

Luka did not expect the woman in front of him to play chess with such a composed demeanor, which impressed him.

He had thought that after playing for a while, this young girl should be defeated and leave.

Now he was excited and cautious, and gradually, he used all his energy to play the game with this girl.

Finally.

Sylvia won him over by one piece.

Luka frowned slightly, fiddling with the jade pieces in his palms. "You could have beat me by more pieces.” Sylvia smiled lightly, "One piece is enough. Mr. Henderson, | hope you can keep your promise, and | will help you with your heartache, your pain, and your hate.” Luka got up. His heart was slightly cold. His expression was taut. His face was white, "How can a young girl like you help me solve them?" Sylvia did not change color, "As long as you cure him, | can help you solve them. | will keep my promise once | make it." "It's time to pull the weeds in my garden. Help me pluck them." Luka stood in front of the vegetable garden, "I swore | would never treat anyone again, but since we made a bet and | lost, | would keep my word." Sylvia smiled, rolled up her sleeves and stepped into the vegetable garden, squatting there and starting to pull the weeds. She was so serious about it that her delicate fingers were covered with dirt in no time.

Luka was touched for a moment. This girl looked like a pampered girl, but she did manual labor for him without any complaints now.

"Is it worth it for him?" "Yup." Sylvia bowed her head and continued to pull weeds. "I grew up in the countryside when | was a child, my grandmother made a living by growing vegetables, and | helped her a lot. It was really a happy and peaceful life at that time. But ..." But now, her grandmother was no longer who she used to know.

And she was no longer that innocent and pure-minded girl.

Everything had changed.

She didn't understand why she had only forgotten about meeting Franklin before.

Just thinking about it made her head hurt.

Luka did not like to pry into others" privacy, "Go ahead and go back when you're done. Come back tomorrow morning." Jasper waited in the car at the entrance of the alley for more than one hour, but Sylvia did not come out.

He frowned. After another half hour, it had been two hours.

But Sylvia still did not come out.

He was a little worried and hurriedly got out of the car and walked towards Henderson Residence.

Before he reached the courtyard, he saw the door of the small courtyard open from a distance, and the scene inside the courtyard was visible.

A beautiful and delicate woman was squatting in the vegetable garden pulling weeds, she lowered her eyebrows, looking serious.

The sun hung in the sky by now, the hot sunlight shed on her body, and a layer of bright sweat surfaced on her forehead.

Suddenly, her hand shot out very fast.

Jasper fixed his eyes and saw Sylvia holding a big, green, fat bug in her hand.

She threw the bug to the ground and stepped on it with one foot.

The bug was dead.

Seeing her continue to pull weeds, Jasper couldn't help but take out his phone and record the whole scene.

Half an hour had passed.

Sylvia finally stood up.

She called out to Luka in the room, "Mr. Henderson, I'm leaving! See you tomorrow." She patted the mud on her hands, went to the faucet in the courtyard, washed her hands, and only then walked towards the door.

Seeing Jasper standing there, Jasper said hesitantly, "Miss Andrews, what are you ..." "Nothing. Doing some manual labor is good to my health." Sylvia patted the water droplets on her hands, "Give me a few tissues in the car." The beads of sweat on her forehead were about to fall into her neck.

Jasper hurriedly opened the car door, plunged in, got some tissues, and handed them to her.

Looking at Sylvia who was sweating, Jasper felt a little bit sorry for her.

"What did Mr. Henderson say?" "He agrees." Sylvia nodded, "Bring your master over first thing in the morning."