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.

know why. When Sylvia

were kept closed the whole

find you are more adorable and attracting after our divorce..." he sounded like he had abiding lust

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

thick lashes were flickering.

was sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the bed sinking

want to talk to him, so she kept pretending to be

silent, sweetie?" He placed his fingers under her jaw to raise

like he was doing this all

was so bossy and didn't even allow her to

warm light shed on him, adding a dreamy glow to his gorgeous

gradually opening. The

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

It made her so tired. When could she get

night.” He laid down by her

night grew darker. Under such darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many

In a dim room.

sore. She

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

door, but

she went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged

she woke up, she was here, a place unfamiliar to her.

of fear, she

was just one of the Evans. She had no money, no

light was turned

door was

with a pellet

bought from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting, "What do

face was covered. There was no way she could tell what he looked

and rushed to the door,

her against the wall.

she struggled as hard as she

got a bottle of water and forced her to drink

a lot and then it was impossible to get it

Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which was

down

to me? What do you want? I can give you

out loud

she was the one being protected. Never had she been treated like

The man

he lifted her holding her collar and

was thrown into

hands were firmly tied by the man before she was