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

eyes because of

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his

it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back

this cold and

towards the dining table at the thought

all over him when that bite reached

a slight change of

used to everything about her, including

smell of the skin care products she had

the plate. He stood up to wash it and then

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep

night was getting darker and his desire for her

dead of the

had always been a light

door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on

crept along so

still tell it was Franklin from

he doing here in her room in the

recalled that she did

president's suite that only Franklin could

peacefully. There was only one night light

a sweet baby

evenly in sleep and he couldn't

was still tender with a soothing smell

as if it had

then felt the familiar breaths of

her for so long just to

away. But

Again!

virus went crazy

was special about

hadn't had heart palpitations for

was why she

too naive to underestimate what the

virus may have spread in her body when she kissed

just now had

Sylvia felt terrible.

noticed that something was wrong with her.

her eyes with

up?" He said in a

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

moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly

down her arm and reopened her

night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist.

herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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