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

kept

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

lying on the bed, covered with a thin quilt, leaving

long and thick lashes were

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

to talk to him, so she kept pretending

He placed his fingers under her jaw

attitude made him feel like he was doing this

and didn't even allow her to keep

on him, adding a dreamy

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

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

made her so tired. When could she get rid of

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

slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many people were

In a dim room.

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

It was locked. Fear and panic flooded through

knocked hard on the door, but

the café with Darcie, she

she was here, a place unfamiliar to her.

fear, she

She had no money, no

light was

the door was

in black walked in with a pellet in his hand. It looked

stepping back, shouting, "What

There was no way she could tell

that." She screamed and

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

hard as she could, trying

he got a bottle of water and

lot and then it

floor as if she was a rag. She lay on the ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy

flowed down her

you doing this to me? What do you

out

her life, she was the one being protected. Never had she been treated

too late.” The man answered

and dragged her out of the

thrown into a

tied by the man before