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.

eyes and met hers; he hummed in a low

his eyes because of the smell

"You cooked this?"

the instep of his

thought it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back his

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

towards the dining table at

all over him when that bite reached

a slight change of expression on

been four years and Franklin had gotten used to everything

remembered the smell of the skin care products

to wash it and

and turned and couldn't fall asleep on the

and

dead

always been a light

door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on the

crept along

still tell it was Franklin

he doing here in her room in the middle of the

she did

the president's suite that only Franklin could live,

peacefully. There was only

looked like a sweet

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

was still tender with a soothing smell

slowly kissed harder as if it had been ages since

felt the familiar breaths

stared at her for so long

was about to push him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling

Again!

had been four years! Why the virus went crazy every time she was with

special

palpitations for almost a

why she agreed to divorce

was too naive to underestimate what the virus

her body when

kiss just now

Sylvia felt terrible.

with her. So

slowly opened her eyes with a breathtaking and

said

at him sleepily. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Find_Nøvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

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

as if they were crying

moment later, she put down her arm and

large hand was around

hated herself for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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