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.

opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed in a low

eyes because

"You cooked this?"

instep of his

it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia back his whole

and impassive woman, he

and walked towards the dining table at the thought of

inexplicable content was all over him when that bite reached his

change of

four years and Franklin had gotten used to

of the skin care

stood up to wash

and couldn't fall

night was getting darker and his

dead

always been

her bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was

along so

could still tell it was Franklin from

he doing here in her

that she did lock

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

There was only one night light on, which lit her face like a

looked like a sweet

evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but kiss

still tender with a soothing smell that he

if it had been ages since

the familiar breaths

her for so long just

him away. But suddenly a familiar

Again!

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

special

palpitations for almost a

she agreed

to underestimate what the virus

body when she kissed

kiss just now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

was wrong with her. So he stopped kissing and looked

with a

He said

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touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady and watching her moaning under him satisfied him in a

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

she put down her arm

sore and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand

herself for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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