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.

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

eyes because of the smell coming from

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his foot, "Just

get

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

he still held himself up and walked towards the dining

was all over him when

change of

and Franklin had gotten used to everything about her,

smell of the skin care

He stood up to wash it and then took

and couldn't

getting darker and his desire for her

dead of

been a light

Sylvia was lying on her side on the

along

could still tell it

her room in the middle of

recalled that she did lock the

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

sleep peacefully. There was only one night light

looked like a sweet baby without the usual

in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss her

was still tender with a soothing

harder as if it had been ages since he did

the familiar

her for so long just to

him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept

Again!

the virus went crazy every time she

was special

had heart palpitations

was why she

too naive to underestimate what

spread in her body when she kissed Franklin at

the kiss just now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he

eyes with a breathtaking and

wake up?" He said in

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clothes apart, touching her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his

eyelashes moved bit by bit as if

down her arm and reopened her

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

for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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