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 hummed

his eyes because

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his foot, "Just

impossible to get that

cold and impassive

held himself up and walked towards the dining

content was all over him when that bite reached

slight change of expression

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

the skin care

had finished the plate. He stood up to wash

just tossed and turned and

getting darker and his desire

dead

always been

quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side on

crept along so

Sylvia could still tell it was

in her

recalled that she did

that only Franklin could live, so he could

sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on, which

sweet

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

a soothing

as if it had been ages

the

stared at her for so long

to push him away. But suddenly a familiar feeling swept

Again!

virus went

was special

palpitations

was why she agreed to divorce

she was too naive to underestimate what the virus could

virus may have spread in her body when she

now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

wrong with her. So

with a breathtaking

He said in a

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

bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if

she put down her arm

ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist. She angrily grabbed it

hated herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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