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.

opened his eyes and met hers; he hummed in

eyes because of the smell coming

"You cooked this?"

kicked the instep of his foot, "Just

get

cold and impassive

walked towards the dining table at the thought of her cooking

content was all over him when that

was a slight change of

four years and Franklin had gotten used

the skin care

up to wash it

and turned and couldn't

darker and

dead of the

been a light

door quietly while Sylvia was

crept along

tell it was

he doing here in her room in the middle of the

that she did lock the

only Franklin could live, so

watching her sleep peacefully. There was only one night light on,

like a sweet baby without the usual

staring at her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and

with a

if it had been

felt the familiar breaths of

stared at her for so long just to kiss

But suddenly

Again!

years! Why the virus went

special about

palpitations for

she agreed to

to underestimate

her body when she kissed Franklin

kiss just now had sped

Sylvia felt terrible.

was wrong with her. So

slowly opened her eyes with a

He said in a hoarse

Gøøglᴇ to

touching and kissing her. Making

sunlight fell through the gauzy curtain down the soft bed. Sylvia's thick eyelashes moved bit by bit as if they were crying out against the glaring sunlight. She then slowly

put down

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

hated herself for her poor

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!

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