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.

eyes and met hers; he hummed in a

some glow came into his eyes because of

"You cooked this?"

the instep of

thought it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back his

cold and impassive woman, he

he still held himself up and walked towards the dining table at

content was all over him when that bite reached

slight change of expression on his

used to everything about her, including her cooking

of the

He stood up to wash it and then took another two

turned and couldn't

darker and his desire for

the dead of the

been a light

her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side

crept along so

tell it was Franklin from

her room

she

only Franklin could live,

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

like a sweet

sleep and he couldn't

a soothing smell

kissed harder as if it

the

stared at her for so long just to kiss

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

Again!

four years! Why the virus went crazy

was special

hadn't had heart palpitations for almost

she agreed to divorce

she was too naive to

in her body when she

now

Sylvia felt terrible.

that something was wrong with her. So he

opened her eyes with a

He said in

him sleepily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

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

gauzy curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her arm to

put down her arm and

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

for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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