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.

later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he

glow came into his eyes because of

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his

thought it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

at this cold and impassive woman, he

the dining table at the thought of her

over him when that

a slight change of expression

Franklin had gotten used to everything

smell of the skin care products she

to wash it and then took another two

and couldn't

was getting darker and his desire for her

dead of

had always been a light

while Sylvia was lying on her

along so

Sylvia could still tell it was Franklin

in her room in the

she did lock

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

sleep and he couldn't help but kiss

tender with a

slowly kissed harder as if it had been

then felt the familiar breaths of

at her for so

But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all

Again!

years! Why the virus went

special about

heart palpitations for almost

why she agreed

naive to underestimate what the

may have spread in her body when she kissed Franklin at the

just now had

Sylvia felt terrible.

wrong with her. So he

eyes with

He said in a

website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his

as if they were crying out

later, she put down her

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

herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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