After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Franklin took a look at Sylvia, walked over to open his suitcase, and then held a bottle of stomach medicine gotten from it in his hands.

"No food, but at least I got my medicine.”

Sylvia gave him a cold glance and then slammed her bedroom door. Another trick?

She wouldn't fall for it this time.

His life was so miserable compared to the past when he had a warm meal prepared for him when he got home from work.

Sylvia took out her laptop and started to investigate as soon as she got back to her room.

The deadline of three days was just around the corner.

She had to make it in time.

Time went by so quickly that two hours had gone before she realized it. The breeze came through gauzy curtains in the dead of the night. Sylvia sent all the investigation results to Alby.

Then she heard a loud noise coming from outside her room when she turned off her computer.

Sylvia frowned. She slightly opened her door and saw a big man curling up on the carpet in front of the couch.

Was that the sound when Franklin fell from the couch?

Sylvia walked over in suspicion and found that Franklin was pressing his stomach hard with sweat on his forehead.

She suddenly found it amusing to watch a normally cool man curling up on the carpet.

Admittedly, Sylvia was not a compassionate person. But Franklin did treat her well in their four-year marriage.

So she helped him lying on the couch.

Then she pressed her fingers on his stomach to check on him. And he should be doing okay.

He was just too painful from starving and passed out.

What a loser! Couldn't he cook something for himself?

And he would rather pass out?

How could he be so picky?

Sylvia washed her hands and was about to make spaghetti for him in the kitchen.

It was done ten minutes later.

She then walked over to the couch with a plate in her hand and bent to pat his face, "Wake up. Hey, wake up."

There was no response from him whose eyes were tightly closed. Sylvia started to pinch his hand. He had to eat.

Or his stomach ache would get worse.

his eyes and met hers; he hummed

glow came into his eyes because of the smell

"You cooked this?"

instep of his foot,

was impossible to get

this cold and impassive woman, he

the dining table at the thought

was all over him when that bite reached his

was a slight change of expression

and Franklin had gotten used

the smell of the skin care products

up to wash it and then took another two capsules of

he just tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on

was getting darker and his desire

dead of

always been a light

her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on the

crept along

could still tell it was

he doing here in her

she did lock

suite that only Franklin could live, so he could unlock

stood by her bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night

looked like a sweet baby without the

at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her lips in a

still tender with a soothing smell that he

it

then felt the familiar breaths

stared at her for so long just to

was about to push him away. But suddenly

Again!

the virus went crazy every time she was

special about

heart palpitations for almost

she agreed to divorce

too naive to

in her body when she kissed Franklin at the

the kiss just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he stopped kissing

slowly opened her eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

wake up?" He said in

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tore her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady and watching her moaning

curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight.

moment later, she put down her arm

her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it

for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!