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 a low

came into his eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his foot,

impossible to get that sweet

at this cold and impassive woman,

and walked towards the dining table

was all over him when that

of expression on his

years and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her, including her

the smell of the skin care products she had

He stood up to wash it and then took

turned and

and his desire for her was

dead of the

always been a

quietly while Sylvia was lying on

crept along so

tell it was

in her room in the middle

recalled that she did lock the

president's suite that only Franklin

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

like a sweet baby without the

Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her lips in a way he

tender with a soothing smell that he

harder as if it

the

stared at her for so long just to

But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all

Again!

Why the virus

special

palpitations

why she agreed to

she was too naive to underestimate what

in her body when she kissed Franklin

the kiss just now

Sylvia felt terrible.

with her. So he stopped

her eyes with

wake up?" He said in a

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

bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her arm to cover her

put down

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

for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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