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 was carried

were kept closed the

attracting after our divorce..."

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

were flickering. She

sitting by her side. Sylvia could feel the part of the

to him, so

his fingers

made him feel like he was doing this all alone. She felt

didn't even

shed on him, adding

gradually opening. The virus in her

"Franklin, I'm tired.”

time. It made her so tired. When

laid down by her side and

darkness, how many couples slept on the same bed but had different thoughts on their minds? And how many

In a dim room.

consciousness. Her head was so dizzy and her body so sore. She

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

the door, but no one answered

went out of the café with Darcie, she was dragged into a van, and then

she woke up, she was here, a

fear, she huddled on the

just one of the Evans. She had no money, no power, and was not favored. Why were they kidnapping

light

door was

black walked in with a pellet in

from the black market. She could not help stepping back, shouting,

There was no way she could tell what

She screamed and rushed to the door, trying to

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

as hard as she could, trying to spit it

bottle of water and forced her to drink

it was impossible to

ground like a drowned rat. Her clothes were untidy, her hair messy and the front part of her clothes, which was sticking to

flowed down her

you? Why are you doing this to me? What do you

out loud

life, she was the one being protected. Never

too late.” The man

collar and dragged her

thrown

by the man before