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

into his eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his

thought it was impossible to get that sweet Sylvia

at this cold and impassive woman, he

walked towards the dining table

over him when

slight change of expression on his perfectly handsome

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

the smell of the skin care products

finished the plate. He stood up to wash it and then took

he just tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep

darker and his desire for her

the dead

always been a light

door quietly while Sylvia was lying on her side

along

Sylvia could still tell it was

here in her room in the middle of the

recalled that she

only Franklin

her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light

sweet

over and kept staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and

a soothing smell

as if it had been ages

the familiar breaths

stared at her for so

But suddenly a familiar feeling swept

Again!

virus went crazy every time she was

special about

hadn't had heart palpitations for

was why she agreed

too naive to underestimate what the virus could

in her body when

kiss just now had sped up

Sylvia felt terrible.

with her. So he stopped kissing and

with a

said in a hoarse

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it anymore. He 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 under him satisfied him in a supreme

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

she put down her arm and

all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around

herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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