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.

few minutes later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers;

because of the smell coming from the

"You cooked this?"

instep of his foot, "Just

get that sweet Sylvia back

cold and impassive

towards the dining

content was all over him when that

slight change of expression on

used to everything about her, including her cooking and

smell of the skin care

wash it and

just tossed and turned and couldn't

and his desire for

the dead

had always been

her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia

crept along

could still tell it was

her room in

recalled that she did lock

that only Franklin

her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit her

like a sweet baby without the

evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her lips

still tender with a soothing

kissed harder as if it had been

the familiar breaths

at her for so

was about to push him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all over

Again!

had been four years! Why the virus went crazy every time she was

special about

had heart palpitations for

she agreed to divorce

she was too naive to underestimate what

virus may have spread in her body when she

now had

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So

opened her eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

He said

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he hadn't been touching and kissing her.

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

down her

a sore and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up

for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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