After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

After freshening up, Sylvia checked the time and found that it was already 11 o'clock at noon.

There was a bunch of food freshly added to the fridge.

"l want Tournedos Rossini, Cold Grilled Chicken..." Franklin walked over in a robe, with the collar wide open, and with a looming sight of his pectoral muscles which captured the imagination.

"What? This is a restaurant or something?" Her hands that were getting the apron done paused and felt that she was like his maid.

"I need to keep up the strength of my body, you know, from last night. And also I have a flight at four this afternoon.” Franklin looked down at her with his eyebrows relaxing and said earnestly.

Her face was burning. After all, she was just a 22-year-old girl. It seemed like those in the fridge were all prepared as Franklin asked. She required without a nice attitude, "You, take care of the main dish." It was not new for Franklin because he used to help her in the kitchen when he had time back at home when they were still married.

Sylvia took a look at him and shoved the potatoes in his hand, "Here." The side of his face was still gorgeous when he was peeling the potato. A few glances at him would make one fascinated.

Even his peeling a potato was like making a sculpture.

God really loved him.

Sylvia glanced at him and then moved on to other ingredients.

One hour later.

The dishes Franklin ordered before were all on the dining table. He took the liberty to bring out the main dish, knives, and forks before Sylvia asked.

They then sat down.

Franklin smiled as he really enjoyed such a moment of peace.

But he could only get this feeling when he was with her, and not anyone else.

He decently put a slice of mutton into his mouth and chewed contentedly, "Yum!"

Sylvia stopped him when he was about to eat a third plate of mutton. "As a doctor, I should warn you that binge eating would hurt your stomach.”

"Are you worried about me?" Franklin stared at her and his gaze fell on somewhere else of her body.

He was full obviously but he couldn't stop eating.

Weren't bosses all strict about how much they ate? Like a small plate of steak?

Why couldn't this boss in front of her stop eating? He almost ate them all on the table.

He deserved that stomach ache!

Sylvia never saw him like this when they were still married.

“I'm a doctor. It's my job." Sylvia looked down and moved on to her dish.

hadn't gotten used to the divorce, so no matter how aloofly Sylvia acted, she might

better

scenes rose

Franklin stared at her tender skin in a black nightdress, which popped up her smooth skin. And every man would kill to have sex with her. His mouth would dry when his eyes met her big round eyes even though there was no

Just like right now

breast and he just wanted to strip

staring and looked up right at his aggressive

after a four-year marring

second, he threw down the knife and fork

on the couch and

night was an accident and she couldn't let

needed a clean break with him. How could she have sex with

It got sexier.

face

was

resist it when that man

someone else, she would kick

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impossible to fight against the virus inside her

her waist tightly and kissed her right on her

enough time left for a couple of

intense lovemaking was back

helped her clean

chest, he held her closer to him

too intense

coming from her who had just showered. And she slept heavily with her hair around his

the middle part of her eyebrows and then brushed the hair away

eyebrows started to spread somehow. Everything around them was just right at the sight of her sweet face. One day he would figure out everything

finger, and once again

and pulled his hand back. Then he lay down by her,

two hours later

at a loss for words as it was the second embarrassing moment within a

with subtle tenderness in them as he sensed

extremely embarrassing. Franklin then put his hand

kissed her again in

eyes with

Sylvia looked like she just had had sex with him

that her body

she would respond with obedience

when the virus went rogue she would even ask him

Damn it!

was raining outside

little, “Would the rain

her slightly cold hands, trying to warm them up, "I'll find

"Okay." Sylvia nodded.