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.

Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed

because of the smell

"You cooked this?"

the instep of

was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back his whole

and impassive

still held himself up and walked towards the dining table at the

all over him when that bite

slight change of

years and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her,

even remembered the smell of the skin

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

and couldn't fall asleep

darker and his

dead of the

been a

quietly while Sylvia was lying on

crept along

could still tell it was

doing here in her room in the middle of the

recalled that she

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

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

looked like a sweet baby without

bent over and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and

with a soothing smell

harder as if it had

felt the familiar

for so long just to kiss

push him away. But suddenly a familiar

Again!

four years! Why the virus went

was special about

palpitations for almost a

she agreed

naive to underestimate what

her body when

just now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

something was wrong with her. So

eyes with a

He said in a hoarse

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apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing

thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as

she put down her

was 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

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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