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.

Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he

his eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

of his foot, "Just

was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

and impassive

walked towards the dining table at the thought of her

content was all over him

change of expression

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

the smell of the skin care products she

wash it and then took another two capsules of

and turned and couldn't fall

darker and

the dead of

always been a light

while Sylvia was lying on her

along so

tell it was Franklin from his

her room in the middle of the

that she did lock the

the president's suite that only Franklin could live,

bed, watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which lit her face like a looming

like a sweet baby

breathed evenly in sleep

tender with a soothing

harder as if it had been ages since

then felt the

at her for so long just

away. But

Again!

virus went crazy every time

was special about

palpitations for

why she agreed to divorce

naive to underestimate what

virus may have spread in her body when she kissed

now

Sylvia felt terrible.

her. So he

her eyes with

said

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her body that he hadn't been touching and kissing her. Making love with his lady and watching her moaning under him satisfied him in

moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly raised her arm to cover

put down her arm

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

for

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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