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.

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

his eyes because

"You cooked this?"

the instep of his foot,

to get that

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

and walked towards the dining table

him when that bite reached

slight change of expression

gotten used to everything about her, including her cooking and her

the smell of the skin

stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules

and turned and couldn't fall asleep

was getting darker and his desire for her was

the dead of the

had always been

Sylvia was lying on her side on

along

tell it

he doing here in her room in the middle of

that she

president's suite that only Franklin could live, so he could unlock it

stood by her bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night

a sweet baby without the

and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help

with a soothing smell

harder as if it had been ages since

felt the familiar breaths of

for so

to push him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept

Again!

had been four years! Why the virus went crazy

special about

heart palpitations for

why she agreed to divorce

she was too naive to underestimate

her body when she kissed Franklin at the

just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

with her. So he stopped

eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

wake up?" He said in a

on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and

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

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 was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it up and tossed it to his

herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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