After divorce, Ex-wife Revealed Identities

Sylvia gathered her strength and pushed Franklin as hard as she could, and just like that, with a splash, Franklin stumbled and fell to the tub. He was appreciating her stunning appearance. Her change of mood was total oblivion to him.

Franklin, sitting in the tub, simply dragged Sylvia to the tub as well.

He held her waist with both of his large hands and fixed her in his hug. There was some water in her collarbone area, her fair legs were slightly bent. She seemed to like those delicate porcelain vases, making people unable to shift their attention. She bewitched him...

Franklin gently kissed Sylvia's face with his thin lips, "You pushed me, sweetie.”

There was a very subtle trace of a sigh in his voice.

Sylvia almost doubted whether she heard it right.

Why did he sigh?

"Franklin, you seem quite enjoy wooing me after a divorce?" she said ironically.

Then the soft sigh Franklin let out faded.

His warm lips came closer, "If I want to remarry, will you say yes?" Sylvia answered without hesitation, "No."

But Franklin was not at all irritated by her answer.

He raised his hand, tenderly touched her collarbone, and smiled in a lowered voice, "One day you will."

His deep voice sounded sexy but it was full of confidence.

He buried his head in her neck.

"You are so beautiful..." He was rather generous in praising her.

What she feared the most eventually happened.

She was turned on as the virus took control of her, and she just wanted to be closer to him.

Franklin lowered his head and kissed her lips, wildly.

He released her after a long while.

Watching her reddened face, he cracked a smile, "Why are you blushing? We've been married for four years.”

His long fingers held her head up so that she could look directly into his eyes. The steam made her face look more shining...

Sylvia could do nothing about it.

the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried out, she felt her head heavier

were kept

adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding lust for

had a bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin

and thick lashes were

He was sitting by her side. Sylvia

didn't want to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw

him feel like he was

didn't even allow her to keep

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to

lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

to time. It made her so tired. When could she get rid

good night.” He laid down by her side and locked her

slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds?

In a dim room.

dizzy and her body so sore. She stood up with a

doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded

door, but no

out of the café with Darcie, she was

up, she was here, a place

of fear, she huddled on the

just one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

light

door

man in black walked in with a pellet in

market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to

covered. There was no way she could tell

I don't want to take that." She screamed and rushed

the man was prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and

hard as she could, trying to spit

bottle of water and

it

drowned rat. Her clothes

down her

are you doing this to me? What do you

cried out

was the one being protected. Never had she been treated like

The man

holding her collar and dragged her out of the dark

thrown into

firmly tied by the man before she was thrown into