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.

but honestly, she didn't know why. When

eyes were kept

our divorce..." he

lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her

were flickering. She

gently caressed her face. He was sitting by her side.

to talk to him, so

you silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under

attitude made him feel like he was doing

so bossy and didn't even allow her

shed on him, adding a dreamy

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

virus controlled her from time to time. It made her so

good night.” He laid down by her side and

how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were unable to

In a dim room.

body so sore. She

doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am

knocked hard on the door, but no one answered

out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a

a

she huddled on

Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not

the light was turned

door was

in with a pellet in his

help stepping back, shouting, "What

There was no way she could tell what he looked

that." She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to

prepared. He grabbed her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to swallow the

as hard as she

bottle of water and forced her

lot and then it was impossible to

away and ditched her to the floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of

down

me? What do you want? I can

out

one being protected. Never

too late.” The

and

thrown into a

by the man before she was thrown into