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

came into his eyes because of the smell coming from

"You cooked this?"

the instep of

was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

this cold and

still held himself up and walked towards the dining table at the thought of her

all over him

was a slight change of expression on his perfectly handsome

four years and Franklin had gotten used to

the skin care

up to wash it and then took another two

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on

night was getting darker and his desire for

dead of the

always been a light

door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her

along so

tell it was Franklin from

in her room in

that she

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

sleep peacefully. There was only

a sweet baby

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

still tender with a soothing

as if it had been

the familiar

for so long just to kiss

him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all over

Again!

years! Why the virus went crazy every time she was

special

palpitations for

she agreed to divorce

naive to underestimate what the virus could

her body when she

now

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he stopped kissing and looked at

with

up?" He said

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anymore. He tore 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

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

down her arm and reopened her

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

for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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