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

because of the smell coming from the

"You cooked this?"

of

get that sweet Sylvia back his whole

and

walked towards the dining table

inexplicable content was all over him when that bite

slight change of expression on his perfectly handsome

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

smell of the skin

up to wash it and then took another two capsules of

and turned and couldn't

darker and his desire for her was

dead

always been

quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side

along so

still tell it was Franklin from his

here in her room in the

that she

Franklin

There was only one night light on, which lit

a sweet baby without the usual

Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and

was still tender with a

as if it

felt the familiar breaths

stared at her for so long

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

Again!

virus went crazy every time she was

special about

palpitations for

she

too naive to underestimate what

body

kiss just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he stopped kissing and looked

opened her eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

wake up?" He said in a

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

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 slowly raised her arm to

put down her arm

from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist.

hated herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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