After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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.

minutes later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed

came into his eyes because

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of

was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

and impassive woman, he felt

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

content was all over him when that bite

was a slight change of expression on his

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

even remembered the smell of the skin care products she had

plate. He stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules

he just tossed and turned and couldn't

and his desire for

dead

had always been a

Sylvia was lying on her side

crept along

Sylvia could still tell it was Franklin

he doing here in her room in the middle

recalled that she

president's suite that only Franklin

her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit her face like a

a sweet baby without the usual

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

tender with a soothing smell that

as if it had

felt the

stared at her for so long just to kiss

away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept all

Again!

the virus went crazy

special

hadn't had heart palpitations for almost

why she agreed

too naive to underestimate

body when

now

Sylvia felt terrible.

was wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and

with a breathtaking

said in a hoarse

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clothes apart, 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 soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against

put down her

was a sore and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was

for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!