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

kept

after our divorce..." he sounded like he

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

were flickering. She was

side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed sinking

to him, so she kept pretending to be

placed his fingers

he was

and didn't even allow her to keep

warm light shed on him, adding

gradually opening. The virus in her was

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could

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

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 stood

for the door and then tugged the doorknob. It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is anybody

on the door, but

Darcie, she was dragged

she woke up, she was here, a

of fear, she

money, no power, and

light was turned

the door

in with a

She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take

face was covered. There was no way she could tell

want to take that." She screamed and rushed

her arm and fixed her against the wall. His hand cracked her mouth open and forced her to

struggled as hard as she

somehow he got a bottle of water and forced her to

it was impossible

a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy,

flowed down her

you doing this to me? What

out loud

one being protected. Never had

The man answered

her holding her collar and dragged her out of the dark

thrown

hands were firmly tied by the man before she was thrown