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.

slowly opened his eyes and met hers;

into his eyes because of

"You cooked this?"

instep of his foot, "Just

to get that sweet Sylvia back

this cold and

and walked towards the dining table at the

all over him when

of expression on his perfectly

Franklin had gotten used

the smell of the skin care products

the plate. He stood up to wash it and

and turned and

darker and his desire for her

the dead of

had always been a light

while Sylvia was lying on her side on

crept along so

tell it was

was he doing here in her

that she did lock the

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

only one night light on, which lit

sweet baby

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

still tender with a soothing

slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages

the familiar

Franklin stared at her for so long just

push him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling

Again!

the virus went

special

hadn't had heart palpitations

was why she

too naive to underestimate what the virus

virus may have spread in her body when she kissed

now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and looked

eyes with

wake up?" He said in a

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

the gauzy curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring

put down her arm and reopened her

body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it

hated herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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