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.

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

eyes were kept

and attracting after our divorce..." he

bathrobe on, while Sylvia was lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving only her head

long and thick lashes were

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

to him, so

placed his fingers under her jaw to

was doing this all alone. She

was so bossy and didn't even

light shed on him, adding a

her eyes gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

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

He laid down by her side and

same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

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

and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody here? Where am I? Why are you

door, but no one answered

of the café with Darcie, she was

up, she was here, a place

fear, she

no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

the light was turned

the door

man in black walked in with a pellet

help stepping back, shouting, "What do you

covered. There was no way she could

She screamed and rushed to

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

as she could, trying to spit it

somehow he got a bottle of water and forced her to

it was impossible to get it

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 her clothes, which was sticking to her, was all wet due to

flowed down

are you doing this to me? What do you

cried out

her life, she was the one being protected.

The man answered

her holding her collar and

was thrown into

by the man before she