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.

his eyes and met hers;

eyes because of the

"You cooked this?"

of his

get that sweet

cold and impassive woman,

and walked towards the

was all over him

was a slight change of expression

gotten used to everything about her,

remembered the smell of the skin care products

stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules

he just tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep

night was getting darker and his

dead of

always been a

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

along

still tell it was Franklin

he doing here in her

she did lock

the president's suite that only Franklin could live, so he could unlock it

only one night light on, which lit her face like a

like a sweet baby

sleep and he couldn't help but

still tender with a soothing smell that he

harder as if it had been ages since

then felt the familiar breaths

stared at her for

away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all over

Again!

years! Why the virus went crazy every time she was with

was special about

had heart palpitations for almost a

she agreed to divorce

to underestimate what

spread in her body when she

the kiss just now

Sylvia felt terrible.

something was wrong with her.

with a

said in

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

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

moment later, she put down her arm and reopened

ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around

herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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