After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Chapter 40

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.

opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed in a

some glow came into his eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

of

was impossible to get

cold and impassive woman, he felt

held himself up and walked towards the dining

him when that bite

was a slight change of expression

been four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her, including her cooking and her

remembered the smell of the skin care products she had been

up to wash it and then took another two

and couldn't fall

was getting darker and his desire for her was

dead

been a light

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

along so

could still tell it was Franklin from

was he doing here in her room in

recalled that she did lock the

Franklin could live,

peacefully. There was only one night light on, which

sweet baby without the

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

with a soothing smell

harder as if it had been

felt the familiar

stared at her for so long just to kiss

But

Again!

four years! Why the virus went

was special

heart palpitations for almost

why she agreed to

she was too naive to underestimate what the virus

her body when she kissed Franklin at the

now had sped up the

Sylvia felt terrible.

wrong with her. So he stopped

with a

said in a hoarse

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of

anymore. He tore her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love

thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if

later, she put down her arm

hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up and tossed it to

for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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