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.

his eyes and met hers; he hummed in a low

his eyes because of the smell coming from

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his foot,

to get that sweet Sylvia back his whole

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

and walked towards the dining table at the thought of

all over him

change of expression on his perfectly

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

smell of the skin care products she had been

up to wash it

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep

and his desire for her

dead of the

been

bedroom door quietly while Sylvia was lying

crept along

still tell it was Franklin from his

in her room in the middle of the

she

Franklin could live, so he

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

sweet baby without

sleep

a soothing smell that he

it had been ages

felt the

at her for so long just to

But suddenly a familiar feeling swept

Again!

four years! Why the virus went crazy

was special about

had heart palpitations for

was why she agreed

was too naive to underestimate what the virus could

may have spread in her body when she kissed Franklin

just now had sped up the

Sylvia felt terrible.

that something was wrong with her.

with a breathtaking

wake up?" He said in a hoarse

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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

sunlight fell through the gauzy curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they

down her arm and reopened her

hand was around her waist. She

hated herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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