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;

because of

"You cooked this?"

the instep of his foot,

get

this cold and impassive woman,

and walked towards the dining table at the thought of her cooking

inexplicable content was all over him when

was a slight change of expression on his perfectly

and Franklin had gotten used to

even remembered the smell of the skin

up to wash it and then took another two capsules

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep

and his desire for her

the dead of the

been a

her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was

crept along

still tell it was Franklin from his

her room in the

she did

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

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

like a sweet baby

over and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't

tender with a soothing smell that he

slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages

felt the

Franklin stared at her for

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

Again!

Why the virus went crazy every

was special

had heart palpitations for almost a

was why she

was too naive to underestimate

have spread in her body when she kissed Franklin

now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he stopped kissing and

with a breathtaking and rosy

He said in a

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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 the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her

moment later, she put down

last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up and tossed it to his

for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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