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.

honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia

eyes were kept closed

and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he

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

thick lashes were flickering. She

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

him, so she

He placed his

he was doing this all alone. She felt

bossy and didn't even allow

on him, adding a dreamy glow

long lashes flickered, her eyes gradually opening. The

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

controlled her from time to time. It made her so tired. When could she

down by her side and locked

such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on

In a dim room.

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

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

the door, but no

with Darcie, she was dragged into a van,

she was here, a place unfamiliar to

she

the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping her? For

light was

door

in with a pellet in

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

There was no way

take that." She screamed and

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

she could, trying to spit it

a bottle of

lot and then it was impossible to get

ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy

down her

me? What do you want?

out loud

one being protected. Never had she been treated

late.” The man answered

her holding her collar and dragged her out of the dark

was thrown into a

by the man before she