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.

slowly opened his eyes and

into his eyes because of the smell coming from

"You cooked this?"

the instep of his foot,

was impossible to get

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

held himself up and walked towards the dining table

inexplicable content was all over him when that bite reached

change of expression on his perfectly handsome

had gotten used to everything about her, including her

smell of the skin care

plate. He stood up to wash it and then took

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on

night was getting darker and his desire for

dead of the

been a light

Sylvia was lying on her side on the

crept along

it was Franklin from his

was he doing here in her room in the middle of

that she did

only Franklin could live,

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

a sweet baby without the usual

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

with a soothing smell that

slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages since he did

then felt the familiar breaths of

Franklin stared at her for so long just to kiss

away. But suddenly a

Again!

virus went crazy every

special about

heart palpitations for almost

why she agreed to

to

in her body

just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

was wrong with her. So he

slowly opened her eyes with a breathtaking

He said in

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couldn't resist it anymore. He tore her clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady

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

put down her arm and reopened

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

hated herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!