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; he hummed in

into his eyes because of the smell coming from the

"You cooked this?"

of his

it was impossible to get that sweet

this cold and impassive woman, he felt

held himself up and walked towards the dining table

content was all over him when

of expression on his

been four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything

the smell of the skin care

wash it and then took another

and

getting darker and

the dead

always been

opened her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was

along so

tell it was

here in her room in

recalled that she

only Franklin could live, so he could unlock

bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light

looked like a sweet baby without the usual

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

tender with a soothing smell that

kissed harder as if it had been ages since he did

then felt the

her for so long just to kiss

away. But suddenly a familiar

Again!

four years! Why the virus went crazy every

was special about

heart palpitations for

she agreed to

naive to underestimate what

virus may have spread in her body when she

just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

something was wrong with her. So he stopped kissing

eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

up?" He 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

by bit as if they were

put down her arm and reopened 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

hated herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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