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.

took to Franklin the most, but honestly, she didn't know why. When Sylvia was carried

eyes were kept

our

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

thick lashes were

side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed

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

He placed his fingers under her jaw

he was doing this

and didn't even allow her to keep

light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his

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

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

from time to time. It made her so

her side and

same bed but had different thoughts on their

In a dim room.

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

flooded through her. She shouted, "Hello? Is

knocked hard on the door,

café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then

she was here, a place unfamiliar

she huddled on the

just one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and

light was turned

the door

a pellet

bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do you want to do?" "Make sure you take the

face was covered. There was no way she could tell

and rushed to the door, trying

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

she could, trying to spit

he got a bottle of water and forced her to

lot and then it was impossible to get it

shrugged her 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

flowed down

doing this to me? What do you want? I

out

one being

too late.” The

holding her collar and dragged her

was thrown into

by the man before she