After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

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.

later, Franklin slowly opened his eyes and met hers; he

into his eyes because of the

"You cooked this?"

the instep of his foot, "Just

impossible to get that

at this cold and impassive woman, he felt

the

was all over him when that bite reached his

a slight change of

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

smell of the skin care products

He stood up to wash it and then took another two capsules of

tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep on

was getting darker and

the dead of

had always been a light

quietly while Sylvia was lying on her

crept along so

it was Franklin

here in her room in the

she did

only Franklin could live, so he

peacefully. There was only one

looked like a sweet baby without the usual

her. Sylvia breathed evenly in sleep and he couldn't help but

was still tender with a soothing smell that he

as if it had been ages since

felt the familiar breaths

for so long just to kiss

was about to push him away. But suddenly a familiar

Again!

been four years! Why the virus went crazy every

special about

palpitations

she agreed to divorce

to underestimate

body when she kissed Franklin at the

kiss just now

Sylvia felt terrible.

with her. So he

eyes with a breathtaking and rosy

wake up?" He said in a hoarse

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couldn't resist 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

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

later, she put down her arm and reopened her

sore and ache all over her body from last night. Franklin's large hand was around her waist.

hated herself for her

Damn you, virus!

Fuck!